"Henderson," He breathes out his lips hovering over mine and his hand tangled in my hair, "Your brother would kill me."
Juliette Henderson never liked high-school being labeled as an i outcast for her odd sense of humor and personality. After Juliet...
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His lips are soft, they aren't chapped, maybe he uses chapstick. I put the blunt on the ashtray on my nightstand as I lean back for more of his power on my face. I lay my head on the pillow as his tongue enters my mouth, fighting with mine. Who would think that Steve Harrington could have such dark romance make-outs? Not me.
I wouldn't ever think in a million years i'd make out with Steve Harrington and enjoy it. I used to draw devil horns on any picture i could acquire of him, Eddie and I would make fun of him and his dumb thick hair-sprayed hair. In class I would sit behind him and try to manifest his head would explode. I remember when his friends taped a paper to my locker with the words Slut and Whore. Little did they know i'd be making out with their popular cult leader. "You're pretty good at this," I breathe out as his lips trace my jawline and and find my neck to make red and purple bruises for all to see on my soft skin.
"You smell good." He remarks putting his thigh between my own, my hips meet and grind on it, my panted leg hitting against the growing tent in his own slacks. "Fuck..." He lets out a small whimper at that and I giggle.
"You like that Harrington?" I bite his lip and let it snap back. He looks down at me, his hands planted on either side of my head, his head above mine and we let our pants.
"Fuck, Henderson..." He sits back and I sit up placing his hand back on my jaw. He leans in, his lips hovering over mine, our breaths being exchanged, and his hand tangled in my hair, "Your brother is going to kill me."
I let out a small giggle and look at him and then back down to his lips. "You have my lipstick all over your face." I put my hand up to his mouth, swiping the red tint off his lips to show him.
He laughs and puts his thumb on my lip swiping it, for some reason, it wasn't funny anymore. I feel the tension between our bodies and his thumb stays there. I open my mouth, and his thumb slips right in. I suck around it, my tongue repeatedly swirling around it, he lets out a shaky breath and takes out his thumb, kissing me again. "Oh, baby..." He mumbles into my mouth.
We fall back once more onto my maroon comforter, he's leaving his marks again on my neck, attacking the exposed skin. I wrap my legs around his hips and pull him down towards me, i wanted him on top of me. I wanted his full body weight on me. His hands crawled up my shirt, resting on my ribs, under the wire of my bra. He slips off the top and brings his hand around my back quickly unbuckling my bra. He goes lower to my chest and my hands grab at his hair, allowing myself to brush it out all while feeling pleasure from Steve.
Maybe it was the weed talking. Maybe we were so high, all of a sudden we found one another attractive. It couldn't be anything more... we're high that's it. We're high and making out. We're high and he's leaving hickies on my chest. Well, fuck, he's kissing my boobs. He's seen my boobs.
Were high and we have work tomorrow.
I hear stomping in the hallway and Eddie's voice, "Guys! Maybe we should check the bathroom for him! Why would he be in Juliette's room!"
I shove Steve off of me and we look at one another with swollen lips and say at the same time, "Fuck!" I wipe my lipstick off his chin and lips. I grab my shirt putting it on quickly, throwing my bra to the chair by my desk, it landing and swinging side to side after success. I applaud myself in my head of course.
I point to my closet and under my bed, "Choose one!" He gets under the bed and I cover myself with my comforter pretending to be asleep.
My door opens and I feel the light hit my face. "See!" Eddie says high pitched, "No Steve! Juliette's asleep, let her rest." I hear rustling and Dustin mumbling. Soon the door shuts and I open my eyes and get on the ground laying down to see Steve.
"I think you probably should go." Who knew my brother and his friends interrupting my intense makeout session with Steve the hair Harrington would sober me up so quickly. He nods, his eyes wide and crawls out from under my bed. I stand and so does he. He looks down at me and back to my lips, then to my chest which with no doubt is definitely covered in the bruises he made with his lips.
"Yeah..." He scratches the back of his neck, I feel my face heat up. "See you at work." He lifts his hand up and walks out the door leaving it slightly cracked. I watch him walk down the hallway, to the living room. I hear the boys shout something and Steve make a poor excuse about having trouble working out toilet.
I get back into my covers and feel myself smiling. Which definitely isn't allowed. He's Steve Harrington. The soulless Steve Harrington. I feel myself rest into the mattress and smile.
A sputter comes from the driveway and I make my way to the window, sitting at the small ledge, resting my hands on the windowsill. Steve gets in his car and glances back, as if he could feel my presence or maybe, hopefully, he wanted me to be watching him drive away. Maybe he wanted me to wave goodbye and hope he comes back. I lift my hand wiggling my fingers slightly and he waves his hand and then brushes his hands through his hair. He drives away and I smile.
