Work Text:
Outside, a storm is raging. Rain pounds against the window with an almost musical rhythm, punctuated by the dull rumble of thunder. But in Nancy’s bedroom, the world seems suspended. Calmer, gentler. The city lights are barely visible behind the drawn curtains, giving way to the soft glow of the bedside lamp, which casts warm shadows on the walls. Nancy is snuggled up against Jonathan, curled up in the crook of his body, as if she had slipped into it naturally. Her skin presses against his, and her fingers slowly slide down his neck, shoulders, and chest, tracing light lines that make every muscle in his body react.
« It’s okay… » Jonathan whispers, his low, reassuring voice brushing against her ear. « I’m here. I won’t move. »
Nancy shudders slightly. Not because of the storm, but because of his closeness, the warmth of his body, his breath brushing against her skin. Jonathan’s familiar scent—a mixture of soap, cotton, and human warmth—envelops her like a silent promise. His hand slowly moves down her back, lingering there, as if to memorize every curve.
« I hate storms… » she whispered, her voice a little fragile.
« I know, » he replied softly, kissing the nape of her neck, then along her shoulder. « But I’m here. »
As soon as the first raindrops fell, as soon as the first rumble of thunder sounded in the distance, Jonathan didn’t hesitate. He crossed Hawkins to be with her. He knew. He knew she was afraid, and he refused to let her face it alone.
The first kisses are slow, almost hesitant, as if they are taking the time to find each other again. Then desire sets in, slowly but surely. Each warm breath against her skin triggers a wave that travels up her spine. Nancy arches her back slightly, instinctively seeking more contact, her hands digging into Jonathan’s back, discovering the reassuring solidity of his body.
He responds gently. His movements are precise, attentive, guided by Nancy’s reactions—every tremor, every sigh, every subtle tension beneath his fingers.
« Don’t let go of me… » she whispers, her eyes closed, her chest pressed against his.
« Never, » Jonathan breathes, a trembling smile in his voice. « I’ll never let you go. »
A quiet laugh escapes between two kisses, fragile and sincere, like a bubble of lightness in the heart of the storm. The soft light illuminated their close faces, revealing smiles, sparkling eyes, raw emotion. Their hearts beat in unison. Each touch became a silent sentence, each caress a promise kept.
Jonathan’s hands slowly slid down to her hips. Nancy wraps her legs around him, seeking to close the slightest distance, to melt completely into this embrace.
Their eyes meet. Nancy is there, in his arms, both strong and vulnerable. Jonathan feels his heart tighten. There is nothing in the world that matters more than this moment, than her. She whom he has always loved, from the very beginning.
Their breaths mingle, their whispers become their own music. Skin against skin, shared breaths, hands exploring and holding on, give each sensation a new intensity.
« You’re so beautiful… » Jonathan whispers against her lips. « I love you. »
« I’ve always loved you, » Nancy replies, her voice thick with emotion, her eyes shining.
Their movements become bolder, but still gentle. Each caress is slow, each kiss lingers, each shared breath seems to suspend time. The outside world no longer exists.
« I’m here… always, » Jonathan whispers, brushing her ear, his lips slowly moving down her neck.
Nancy trembles slightly, her fingers closing around his, as if to anchor herself to him, as if to make sure he is real.
The storm continues to rage outside, but it no longer matters. All that exists is this shared warmth, their bodies tightly entwined, Jonathan's scent, Nancy's breath, and the silent certainty that they are holding each other.
When the rain finally subsides, they remain like this, entwined, savoring the restored calm. Their hands remain intertwined, their foreheads touching. A gentle silence settles in, punctuated by quiet breaths and tired smiles.
Each heartbeat becomes a language that only the two of them understand.