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The early august heat surrounds you as you begin to wake up. The late morning sun shines down on you through the open window, the curtains move as the soft breeze flows through. You groan softly, blinking away the sleep from your bleary, heavy eyes. The blankets are wrapped uncaringly around your intertwined legs. Steves arm lies across your abdomen, heavy and warm. You turn your head slightly to see the familiar chestnut colored hair, messy from sleep and sticking up in odd places. He sleeps peacefully on his stomach, his head turned towards you, small snores leave his slightly agape mouth. The morning sun shines down on you both, illuminating his mole and freckle covered skin.
You've always loved mornings like this. Soft and slow and forever warm. The days responsibilities feeling miles away.
You stretch your arms and legs, letting out a satisfied groan as your muscles tense and then relax. You push your hair out of your face, feeling a yawn build up in your chest as you rub your eyes. Your tank top is slightly twisted across your midsection, but you leave it as it is, knowing if you were to try and fix it, the movement would wake Steve. You gaze at his sleeping form with tender eyes filled with sleepiness and contentment. The sun shines down on the two of you like a cocoon of warmth, one you have no intentions of leaving. Your leg brushes against his hairier one beneath the blanket. You lean in, closer to him, your eyes focusing on the spread of pale freckles on his sun kissed skin. There's a faint stubble of facial hair that he hasn't bothered to shave in a few days. You secretly adore the way it scratches against your skin whenever he kisses you. As if knowing you're staring at him, he begins to shift beside you, a low groan leaving his plump lips. You smile softly as you watch him wake up, watching his eyelashes flutter against his cheekbones before he opens his eyes. His sleepy gaze slowly focuses on yours, a tired grin spreading on his lips as his eyes meet yours.
"Hi, baby..." he murmurs softly, his voice low and deep and filled with sleep. His morning voice has always been one of your weaknesses, the deep rumble from his chest going straight down through your core.
"Morning..." You whisper lovingly back to him. You bring your hand over to his cheek, gently grazing your thumb over the warm golden skin. "Sleep, okay?"
"Always when I'm with you." He says back, using the arm draped over your stomach to pull you closer to him. You move so you're laying on your side now, facing him completely. You brush a hair away from his forehead, although the action does almost nothing to tame his wild bedhead. It brings you joy knowing you're one of the only ones he lets see his crazy mop of hair in the mornings.
A comfortable silence fills the space as you both begin to wake yourselves fully and bask in each other's presence. You wonder how you got so lucky. Being able to wake up next to him makes everything feel alright, like you can get through anything. It feels like coming home.
"You're so beautiful in the morning..." He whispers softly to you; his eyes filled with a certain softness that only you see.
"Only in the mornings?" You ask him teasingly, a playfully smile spreading over your lips.
He rolls his eyes but there's a good-hearted smile on his lips as well, "You're such a dork, you know that?"
You just laugh and burrow yourself closer to him, despite the room already being quite warm, you just can't get enough, especially when it comes to him. Your hand travels down towards his bare back, absentmindedly scratching over the warm skin with your fingernails softly. He feels a shiver run down his spine and a blissful sigh leaves his lips; his muscles instinctually relax under your light touch. "Want to know something?" You ask quietly, your eyes flickering over his bare chest and stomach before eventually meeting his own gaze again.
"What is it?" He asks you, his tone quiet and soft. He pulls you closer and slides his hand up to your shoulder, gently tracing patterns over your skin with his fingertips.
You hum, your eyes slipping closed for a second at the pleasant, gentle touch. You sigh softly and open your eyes again, "I used to have the biggest crush on you back in sophomore year... when we had that history class together. like... the biggest crush on you, it's kind of embarrassing looking back at it now." You laugh quietly, feeling your cheeks heating up slightly as they turn a pale shade of pink. "I... I actually failed a semester of that class solely because I couldn't pay attention because you sat right beside me."
He grins as he listens to your story, his fingers still tracing the random patterns on your shoulder. "You liked me that much, huh?" He asks you, a teasing grin on his lips as he gazes down at you.
You nod once, "You have no idea, Stevie." You can't help the smile from spreading across your cheeks. "I used to fix my makeup in the bathroom right before that class too, like it would actually matter to you if my eyeshadow was perfect or not. Not to mention the amount of perfume I would douse myself with." You let out a slightly self-deprecating laugh, remembering how much sixteen-year-old you wanted 'King Steve' to notice you, even if he was an arrogant douche back then.
He just squeezes your shoulder slightly, "You know, maybe if I pulled my head out of my ass sooner, I would've noticed you back then and we could've been doing this a whole lot longer." He murmurs regretfully. Back then it seemed like all he cared about was popularity and partying.
"If only." You say back to him, a small grin on your lips. You playfully pout, "But you were too busy being a party boy."
"Regardless, I have to admit... I like how we ended up." He murmurs softly to you, gazing down at you like you're his prized possession. His hand slides under your tank top and cups your waist with his big palm.
You hum contentedly and nod your head softly, "me too." You slot your leg in between his, effectively pulling yourself closer to him. You lean in as he leans down and kisses you with all the tenderness he can muster.
You feel yourself relax completely against him, almost like you're molding yourself around him. You bring your hand up to cup his warm cheek, feeling the slightly scratchy stubble against your smooth palm.
The kiss deepens, your mouth opening instinctively as he brushes his tongue across your bottom lip. He suddenly flips you over so you're laying down on your back against the sunlit navy sheets of his bed. He moans softly into the kiss, his arms holding himself up beside your head, so he doesn't crush you with his weight.
You tangle your fingers through his messy brown hair, feeling the silky-smooth strands against your skin so sweetly. You let yourself melt into the peaceful and soft kiss. You only pull away to catch your breath. You gaze into his deep brown doe eyes, feeling nothing but love and tenderness within his gaze, "Do we have to get up?" You ask him quietly, your voice a mere whisper. You drag your hands down his bare sides, loving the way he shivers under your touch despite the warmth of the summer.
He lets out a soft laugh, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. He glances over at the alarm clock on the nightstand beside the bed. Theres a few polaroids of you and him together on the nightstand too, probably taken by Robin while you two weren't looking one night. He looks back at you and shakes his head slightly, "Not for at least two hours." He says back to you, his voice still deep with sleep.
You smile softly, "So, that means..." You trail off, your fingertips brushing the edge of his grey sleeping shorts, the pair of shorts are ridiculously short and tight, but you definitely aren't complaining. The same shorts that have a Hawkins Tiger patch sewn into the side from his high school years. "We have two full hours to do... whatever we wanted, huh?" You ask him playfully with a teasing grin, waggling your eyebrows at him.
The smile that graces his lips melts your heart, just like it always does. He ducks his head and kisses your neck softly, "That's right, baby." He murmurs against your skin. "We can do... whatever we want." His arm slides underneath your bare thigh and hikes it up towards your side as he continues to kiss and suck against the expansion of your neck.
You sigh softly and feel your eyes slip shut as you move your head to the side, giving him more room to lavish your neck with his lips. One of your hands slides back up to his thick hair and holds his head to your neck while the other hand hurriedly pushes his tiny shorts down his thighs. "Keep going, Stevie." You murmur breathlessly, not focused on anything besides the feeling of him pressed against you.
You're both so caught up in each other, neither of you even hear the sound of steady footsteps making their way up the staircase towards his bedroom. You only pull away from each other when you hear a startled shriek from the bedroom door. A flustered Dustin Henderson stands in the doorway of Steves bedroom; a hand slapped over his eyes like a kid watching a horror movie. "Oh my God! Oh my God! What the hell are you two doing?" He questions loudly, turning around completely so he doesn't have to face either of you.
Steve immediately jumps up off you and pulls up his shorts while you straighten your tank top. You rush to pull the blanket up over your exposed body. Steve looks at him incredulously, "Henderson, you little shit! What the hell are you thinking walking into someone's house unannounced!" He pulls on the first shirt he can find, a worn in blue and yellow striped shirt.
Dustin immediately retorts back, "I knocked for like ten minutes straight! I thought you were dead or something!" He says as he slowly turns around, cautiously peeking through his fingers to see if you two were decent yet.
Steve rolls his eyes and puts his hands on his hips, looking at Dustin exasperated, "Its 11 in the morning! I could've just been sleeping and your first thought is of me dead?" He asks the younger teenager, looking at him like a mother scolding her child.
"Well, screw me for being a concerned friend then! trust me, it won't ever happen again after what I've seen!" Dustin shrieks as if he's seen you both stark naked in bed.
You just roll your eyes at their dramatics, "Dustin! Just... go downstairs!" You say exasperatedly, pointing at the door from your spot in Steves bed, your other hand still holding the blanket over yourself. "And next time knock harder before you walk in unannounced!"