bittersweet | steve harrington

13. caught

"We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore"

The morning after, except the burning headache Steve woke up with from the alcohol, a big smile was on his face.

All he could think about was Angie. How he felt inside of her, how she made him feel. He never had that before, and he felt better then he ever did when he was with her.

"What's up with you?" Eddie called when Steve entered the living room. Robin and Vickie all gave his confused looks as well. Steve was not a morning person at all. And seeing him wake up with a smile was almost as seeing him dance with a ballerina outfit.

"What?" Steve answered, confused why everyone was looking at him. "Who are you and what have you done to Steve Harrington?" Robin laughed.

"I can't wake up smiling?" He asked, rolling his eyes at them before crushing down on the couch, next to Robin and Vickie. and he picked up a magazine that was on the coffee table, opening it.

"No. You can. It's just unlike you" Vickie said. Steve ignored them and set his eyes on the book. Still he could not take the smile off his face. Robin and Vickie giggled, exchanging looks with Eddie before they all went back to their own business.

About half an hour later, when Steve's eyes were still in the book and Robin and Vickie's silently talking to each other. Eddie left the room already.

"Hey did anyone see Angie this morning?" Robin brought up. Steve and Vickie both shook their heads before Robin was about to get up, but Steve did that first.

"I'll check on her" he said, without another word he left the room.

Angie woke up sore that morning, her legs in pain and she was barely able to move. Not sure how she survived last night, she just assumed the alcohol helped with that.

She rolled up in her bed, unable to move from the pain that was constantly burning her legs, her strong handover and the sweet daydreams she had about Steve that whole morning.

Her door opened, Steve stood there with his ridiculous smile. He hurried to close the door after him. He ran over to her bed, jumping on it and climbing on top of her, planting a sweet kiss on her lips.

She tasted like salt of the ocean, and her hair was messy as she didn't have enough time to wash it yesterday.

A moan left her lips as they broke apart. "How are you?" He mumbled into her lips.

"Sore" She giggled back. "n'd salty" Steve said, giving her soft kiss before picking her up and standing up.

Angie didn't fight him, she had no clue where they were going but she enjoyed his touch, even more after last night. Taking whatever he'd give her at all.

He went into the shower, giggling Angie in his hands. He set her on the counter, giving her a soft kiss before taking off her shirt. "I'm getting you in the shower" he said, opening the water already and letting them warm up as he helped her get her pants off as well.

"Are you saying I smell bad Harrington?" She said, a fake shocked look on her face.
"Or maybe I'm saying I need to see you naked" he winked. Angie ignored him, taking off the last bit of her clothes before stepping in the shower.

The warm water ran down on her body immediately, she let it soak up her hair and body, enjoying the warm sensations.

Steve hopped in after her, his clothes already thrown on the floor besides hers.

His hands wrapped around her waist as he kissed her shoulder, Angie giggled. She loved his touch more then anything else in this world. There was nothing sexual about this moment, they both got the pleasure they needed last night. And this was a purely loving touch.

He kept planting soft kisses on her shoulder and neck, the water pouring over their already wet bodies, Angie could barely hide her smile. He reached over to the shampoo, pouring it in the palm of his hand before putting it in Angie's hair. Massaging it carefully.

He went over to the conditioner next, filling her hair up with it as he was massaging her hair, and down to her hip. Angie let out soft groans as his hands were slowly in her hips, massaging there as well.

A genuine laugh escaping her lips as he did, breaking apart from him. He opened his mouth in surprise. "You're ticklish!" He called over to her.

"Am not" she called back, crossing her arms.

Seconds later, Steve's hand reached back to her, ticking her stomach. Angie bent forwards as he kept tickling her. "Steve stop" she laughed, trying to break apart from him, which was extremely difficult in the small small shower they were in.

"Steve Harrington you stop it right now!" She called again. A laugh escaped his lips before hers shut his with a kiss.

Her tongue slid in his, and her hands wrapped around his neck as his were picking her up from her waist. Their bodies collided under the water, their lips moving in sync.

The moment couldn't have been more perfect before Steve's hands reached over again to her hips, tickling her again.

She broke apart from him with a smile, rolling her eyes and scrunching her nose.

He kept washing her hair, until all of the white foam was out, and then they got out of the shower. Wetting the whole bathroom with their wet bodies.

Angie rolled around in her towel, drying herself before handing it over to Steve, and putting her half-dry clothes back on. Him right after her.

"We should go out" she said, as she opened the bathroom door, her back turned away from the entrance and her eyes on Steve. He pushed her against the wall, his hand over her cheek. before giving her a short kiss "Before the others start to suspect us" she mumbled into the kiss.

"One more" Steve replied, shutting their lips together again swiftly before breaking apart.

Angie laughed, turning around into her room. Firstly she noticed the bedroom door was open, which she could've sworn they didn't leave like that.

The second thing she noticed, was that Vickie Robin and Eddie were sitting on her bed, their faces looking at theirs, eyebrows raised in question.

Steve and Angie froze. Fuck.