the unexpected | steve harrington

the piggyback

part six

Steve's eyes widened as he walking into Daphne's room, her bare back slightly bruised as she pulled over a strappy crop top, still wearing his shorts. His chest growing heavy at the sight.

"Sorry, should have knocked," he grimaces at himself as he shuts the door behind him. "Does it hurt?" Daphne smiled at him cheekily as she shook her head.

"No, I'm fine," she smirked as she sat crossed legged on her white bedsheets. "So, this is my bedroom." Jazz hands in tow as he took it in.

Daphne's room was simple in comparison to Dustin's or even his, for that matter. The walls white and almost bare, save from the black and white posters that hung above her bed, Polaroid pictures of her and Robin as they grew up that Steve couldn't help but snort at. All she really had was a dresser and wardrobe. Simple, but elegant.

"It's weird," Steve mumbled as he sat down on her bed, which was ten times more comfortable than his, "I've been in your house so many times. But I never knew what your room looked like."

"Okay, you sound like such a stalker." Daphne giggled while shaking her head, "Is it everything you ever dreamed of?" She teases, bumping into his shoulder.

"Oh yeah," He scoffs, pouting his lips, "Out of all the zero times I've dreamt of your room... This is... This is really something — I mean, Boy George, really?"

"What?!" Daphne cringes at herself as he looks at her posters, "At least I didn't have porn on my walls, I mean, are you 14 or 20?"

"Alright, that's it," Steve almost tackles Daphne to the bed as his hands find her waist and tickle her relentlessly.

"Steve!" She shouted through breaths as she wriggled underneath him, the giggles erupting as he pins her down by sitting on her.

"This is me fighting back after four full days of you handing my ass to me!" Steve laughs as he continues, the squeals still falling from Daphne's throat as she tries to scurry free, whimpers and begs, pleading Steve to stop. "Alright, alright," He finally gives in allowing Daphne to catch her breath, "I think you've had enough."

"Aren't you insightful?" She puffs with sarcasm laced in her tone, his eyebrows raising as if to dare her to say something more. "Okay, I'm sorry!"

"You're sorry?" He grins, his face dipping down towards hers as they both hold the biggest smiles. "You sure?" His voice softens as his lips hover over hers, adjusting himself so he was laying in between her legs as they hook around him.

"I mean, maybe, I guess—"

"Shut up," he shook his head as his lips crashed onto hers, their mouths immediately granting access to the other as they melt into each other.

Daphne thought she could never tire of this feeling, the butterflies pounding at her stomach as her heart pounded against her rib cage, every nerve in her body on high alert as she tingles underneath him. It was like nothing she had ever felt before.

And Steve? He couldn't believe that everything he'd been pining for, he'd been wishing for himself, he found within Dustin Henderson's older sister who not only was a bit of a ditz, but the biggest pain in his ass. And he couldn't imagine any other way of functioning now.

"I have to go," Steve mumbled against Daphne as she whimpered, pulling him closer to her, "Daph," he chuckled against her lips. "I'll come back to see you. I just have a couple things to do."

"Things?" She questioned with a raised brow. "You're not cheating on me, are you Harrington?"

"Yeah," his eyes rolled, "God, it would be great if you actually had a brain cell."