the unexpected | steve harrington

the piggyback

part six

The morning sun began to seep into the checkered bedroom, gently layering the pair who had been entangled in the other's arms all night. Steve pressed up against Daphne's back as one arm rested under her neck, her hand interlocked with his as she slept, and his other hand protectively hooked around her waist, underneath the tee he gave her and resting on her bare skin.

The brunette girl had been expecting a sleep filled with nightmares of the events prior, but somehow, with the scent of Steve filling her lungs and his arms wrapped around her, she felt at home.

Steve stirred first, the light from where they forgot to close the curtains forcing his eye lids to flutter open and squint. It can't have been late, the red sky from the sunrise was only just turning to orange.

His eyes settled on the girl in his arms, and he wasted no time in appreciating the sight.

Although he could only see the side of her face due to their position, her lips were parted as she took in her steady breaths, her face relaxed and content — the first time he has actually seen Daphne relaxed — and he could feel her feet that she had wedged between his. He couldn't help placing a delicate kiss to the back of her head.

"Mmm," she hummed groggily, she wasn't good with her mornings, but the feeling of his body radiating heat onto hers, she wanted to see for herself she wasn't dreaming.

Daphne turned herself around in his arms, still keeping the minuscule distance as she looked up at him, a cheeky grin on his face.

"Hi," Daphne pursed her lips to stop her growing smile.

"Hey," Steve chuckled at her, his hand resting on the dip of her waist. "How did you sleep?"

"Actually— really good," she laughed, "but don't get any ideas, it definitely wasn't because of you."

"Oh, no," Steve shook his head, a soft laugh falling from his throat, "I slept good too, but it wasn't because of you either." He shrugged, his lips turning into a downward smirk.

"Do you want some breakfast?" Steve asked, Daphne's stomach rumbling at the mere mention of food and her head began to nod, the Harrington boy laughing at her as he rolled out of bed, Daphne following quickly behind him.

Steve glanced towards her, once again taking in the sight of her crinkled in his clothes that almost buried her, his lips twitching into a smirk as he raked over her. It wasn't hard for Daphne to notice, and her cheeks quickly heated as she grinned, looking away shyly.

"Come on," Steve nodded his head, holding his door open for her as she walked out ahead, her immediately going to the wrong way so he chuckled, reaching forward and placing his hands on her hips, leading them both the right way as he pulls her into him a couple of times to bump her, the laughs and giggles erupting out of both of them.

Steve somehow managed to find the ingredients to make waffles, and definitely impressed Daphne with his waffle iron given she had never actually seen one before.

"Okay, so pour the batter," Steve instructed as she hopped from foot to foot with excitement, Steve laughing as either hand rested on the counter either side of her. "Yeah, just in there," he nodded to the contraption.

"Like this?" She poured the batter in and he closed the lid. "This is so cool."

"You really are impressed by small things, aren't you, Henderson?" He shook his head as he waited for the light to go off on the device.

"That bodes well for you, I guess," she teases, Steve actually scoffing at her quick wit as she glances to his crotch and holds a mischievous smirk.

"Wow," his hand hitting his chest, "So, all the Hendersons are pain in the asses, huh?" He laughs as he pulls the lid from the machine.