I Like You Lots (Steddie)

Chapter 8

A/N; and here I am again writing while I'm at work bc I have no self control. Impulse issues are a uh... problem. I think.

TW; suggestive conversations, humor, bonding, fluff

There is some rustling from the spot next to me, which jolts me awake. I open my eyes to see Steve stretching, and checking the time. "Shit" he says lowly, and grabs his phone. I yawn and stretch out. "Hey, I have to go."

"Whyyy?" I whine, still very tired and not wanting to get up. As life would have it, I wanted to spend all day in this bed not wanting to move an inch. "Work. I'm already late."

"What if I don't want you to go?" I pout and reach out my arms to him.

"You're needy in the morning and it's adorable but I cannot get fired."

"Call in siiiiick. Please? Stay in bed with me all day."

"Eddie..." He sighs and shakes his head. "It's a very tempting offer."

"I'll make you breakfast. And... I dunno. Give you kisses?"

"Fuck you're not making this easy."

"Then tell me yes." I blink up at him, giving my best puppy-dog eyes. "Baby I-" I pull him in for a kiss. He's not wrong, I am needy in the morning. But I don't want him to go. I'm not ready to let this feeling go. "You're trouble. You know that?" He pulls out his phone and sends a text, quickly and crawls back into bed next to me, wrapping his arms around me again. I win. "If you get me fired I'm holding you personally responsible."

"I'll take that responsibility. If you get fired, the theater Robin works at is always hiring."

"But I won't get tips."

"But then I won't have to worry about other people slipping their numbers onto receipts for you."

"Hmm. Possessive, are we?" I scrunch up my face. Maybe a little. Maybe more than a little. "I mean... I don't like competition." He laughs and kisses the top of my head. "You don't have any competition. I don't think anyone could even compete with you."

"You don't think so? I mean there's a lot of good looking people in this world.."

"No, I think I'm good." My heart speeds up. I'm so skeptical of everything all of the time. I really feel like he could easily get anyone he wanted. But for some reason, he wants me? He hasn't given me a reason not to trust him. He's followed through, he's been honest, he's not seeming to play games. But, fuck why do I feel like it's all going to collapse any minute.

Are my trust issues really that bad? Before something can hurt me I'm out the door. No feelings. No attachments. No labels. "You're sure about that?"

"I'm sure." I think I believe him. Maybe.

"So what are we doing today, pretty boy?" I look up to him smiling and running a hand over his cheek. He closes his eyes and hums quietly. "This is nice. I like this." He hugs onto me a little tighter. "What about this?" I kiss his jaw softly a few times. "Heavenly." I reach a hand around his face, pulling it closer to mine and intertwining my fingers through his hair, and kiss him. His hands quickly find the small of my back, and the back of my neck pulling me closer, to deepen the kiss. It feels like my whole body is on fire. I let our tongues touch, softly. It sends a jolt through me all the way down to the bottoms of me feet.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Robin you actually have to be fucking kidding me right now. "Eddiiiiie! Let me in!"

I'm going to kill her I swear to all that's holy. This girl does NOT understand what personal space is. I'm going to have to start leaving a note on my door. I look in Steve's eyes, he's laughing a little. "Go answer or she's going to break in."