'𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚠𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍, 𝚒 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'
New state, new town, and new school. Three things the Byers family, along with two Hoppers had a year to get used to.
Now, as March rolls around and spring break s...
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Frankie kept her promise to Steve, to personally wash his hair as soon as they got home.
Which is where they were now, Steve humming and moaning in pleasure as Frankie's fingers worked the shampoo into his hair.
'O-oh yes, right there.' he sighed out, closing his eyes. Frankie giggled and applied more pressure to the spot. 'It's like you're a puppy. Next you'll be tapping your foot.'
Steve hummed again, moving his head down and placing kisses on Frankie's neck.
'Steve, I'm beat.' she sighed, placing her hands on his shoulders. Confused, Steve looked up.
'Babe, why do you always assume I want to have sex when I get touchy with you?'
Frankie avoided his gaze, choosing to rinse her hands underneath the shower head. 'Cause Theo did.'
Steve sighed, pulling her naked body into his. 'I'm not Theo, though.'
The couple had had a very serious talk about Theo, around a month before they became official. Frankie had sat him down and told him everything Theo did to her and said to her.
It ended with Steve practically crying.
How could a human being be so vicious? So full of hatred, to ruin someone so bright and full of love as Frankie.
'I know, but it's like, my mind doesn't and immediately tells me that any form of physical contact with you...is gonna lead to sex. Whether I want it or not.' Frankie hated Theo. She didn't have much hate in her heart. But the little amount that she did have, was for Theo.
He had ruined her. He had ruined her mind, her body, her whole being. Thankfully, Steve had come along and began undoing his mistakes, slowly but surely piecing Frankie back together.
From teaching her that saying 'I love you' didn't mean 'You have to forgive me, otherwise I'm going to hurt you', to teaching her that if she messed up, it wasn't the end of the world and he was not, under any circumstances going to ever lay a single finger on her.
Steve breathed out deeply and tightened his arms around Frankie, kissing her forehead softly.
After they were both rinsed of any leftover shampoo or soap, Steve got them out and wrapped Frankie in the fluffiest towel he had, picking her up and walking in the bedroom.
The couple got ready for bed and minutes after their heads hit the pillows, they were out.
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The next morning, Frankie surprisingly woke up before Steve. After a few moments of staring at his peaceful face, she started her morning routine, preparing coffee and breakfast for both of them, and then smoking her cigarette.
They got dressed, Frankie smiling at Steve's yellow sweatshirt she had randomly sent him because she saw it in a store and thought he would look good in it.
