Surrender // Steve Harrington x Reader

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄

VALENTINE'S DAY. 1986.

You were ready. You think. 

Can you ever really be ready?

Who knows.

Either way, tonight was the night for you and Steve to take that final step together. Things had, obviously, heated up since New Years and it was getting increasingly difficult to hold back from going the distance. 

Making out in his car on his breaks at work, falling asleep in each other's arms with swollen lips and breathless lungs, every touch of his searing into your skin like it was desperately committing the contact to memory. You didn't know nothing at all as well. In theory you knew what was to be expected. 

The movies you'd seen occasionally had intimate scenes and there was a section in the biology book you'd read all those months ago that was dedicated specifically to the act. 

But all the research in the world couldn't prepare you for putting it into practice. To say you were nervous was an understatement; but if anyone was going to be your first, it was going to be Steve. Your first boyfriend, your first kiss, your first love. It was only fitting.

"What's it like?" You ask, picking up where the conversation had drifted to, the BLT sandwich gulping down your throat as you speak. You were perched on a park bench next to Robin, though she was sat on the back of it with her feet beside you on the seat. "Oh, uhh... I've actually... never..." She begins to awkwardly mumble out and you crane your neck to face her.

The two of you were out shopping on her day off and you informed her of your plans. She gagged. Then reluctantly agreed to talk to you about it as you both sat down to eat some lunch.

"You've never done it either?" You ask, brow rising in surprise. "That's -- Can I ask why?"

"Sure, uhh... I'm surprised Steve didn't fill you in, honestly." She clears her throat and drops down to sit beside you, swallowing thickly over difficult words as her eyes dart around to make sure nobody is in ear shot. "I trust you, but... You can't tell anyone..." She ensures, brows knitting together though you quickly nod to assure her you wouldn't. "I don't exactly... Like... boys. I like girls."

"Oh," The word slips out before you had time to process the suggestion, but you honestly weren't shocked. It was like just another simple side-note you would file under 'relationships' in the knowledge-bank inside your mind. Still, your voice drops an octave to match her energy since it seemed something she didn't want other people to know. "Is that bad? I don't see the problem."

"Y-" She begins to talk, blue eyes glistening with a thin sheen. It was hard for her to tell you that, as much was clear on her face. A devastating mixture of fear and anxiety. Setting down your sandwich, your hand settles on her arm, thumb stroking over her jacket. "To some it is."

"Well, not me." You smile in away so comforting it makes her look away to her feet which shuffle on the floor. "You're, like.. My best friend, Robin. I know Steve is yours, but you're mine and I think it's important you know that. I like you for who you are, whatever that may be and I'm grateful that you trust me."

Leaning her head against your shoulder, she lets out a small chuckle, the back of her hand rising to swipe wetness from her eyes. 

"Yep. You're still waaay too good for Steve."

"Speaking of..."

"Right. Sex." She snorts, feigning a gag as she moves to sit upright once more, adjusting in her seat to face you with a renewed sense of assistance. "What do you know already? I might not be able to help much, but.. I can try."