𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞; 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

𝐭𝐞𝐧; 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲

Song: Stargirl Interlude by The Weeknd & Lana Del Rey

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Heavy smut, pet names, protected sex, oral sex, swearing. VERY smutty chapter.

Author's Note: I started another semester at college so updates will be slower!

Steve found himself in a concerning predicament. He finally had her, his fingertips pressed firm into her plush skin as she sat on his lap, but at what cost? If Jo's father found out, he could ruin Steve's career. But at this moment, her hands traveling up his chest to wrap around his neck, he didn't care.

"It's been a long time coming, sweetheart. You sure you want this?" Steve asked her, his warm brown eyes glancing up at her. Jo gave him a nod, watching her hands disappear through Steve's thick hair as she ran her hands through it.

"I've wanted this since the day we met, Harrington. What took you so long?" Jo inquires teasingly, a giggle erupting from her throat as Steve pressed small, soft kisses along her collarbone.

"Well, you haven't made it easy, sweetheart. You run every time I try to get close." He mumbled against the hot skin of her neck, his lips brushing against her. Jo reveled in the feeling, the utter warmth that his presence gave her.

"Kept getting cold feet, huh?" Steve pulled away from her, taking a brief moment to slip his hands behind her and unclasp her bra. He watched Jo as he slid the straps down her shoulders, bringing the clothing away from her chest and off to the side. His eyes lit up at the sight. It was the first time he'd truly seen a woman and not immediately wanted to get in her pants, not that Jo would let him anyway. Steve was surprised by himself, how simple this felt. He could be himself around her, everything came easy.

She felt her mouth go dry as she fought with her inner thoughts. "If I tell you, you have to promise not to judge." Jo had no clue why she felt so shy all of a sudden. After all, she was practically exposed to him anyway.

After a small pause, Steve shook his head at her. "Sweetheart, I think everything you do is fucking magic. Nothing you could say would make me stop thinking like that." He chuckled, his hands gently groping her breasts, making the whole situation seem silly. Steve had his hands on her tits and now she was feeling shy?

"I just didn't want this to become something that people gossiped about in the office. I want this to mean more than a random hook-up. I'm already a bit of an outcast at the station, I don't need to give people a reason to judge me further." Jo sat back as she spoke, her ass pressed firmly against his growing length.

Steve held his composure as Jo spoke, understanding the vulnerability of her statements. His face flushed at the thought of being the one that Jo could open up to and speak her mind to. "Listen to me. If you don't want this to be a random hook-up, it doesn't have to be. Nobody will judge you, hell they might even be jealous." Steve grinned as he spoke, waves of happiness flowing through him. If Jo wanted a relationship from this, he'd be happy to grant her wish.

"You're something else, Jo."

Steve lifted Jo from her spot on his lap and stood up. "Can we take this to your room? It'd be more comfortable." Steve was lying. Any spot would be comfortable for him, he just didn't want her first experience with him to be some quick spontaneous sex on her living room couch.

After gathering the clothes that they had strewn about the room, Jo laid back on her bed, cringing at the look of her bedroom. The flamboyant pink walls had stayed that color since she was born, and the several posters of men she adored had been taped to the walls in poor taste, the tape peeling the walls ever-so-slightly.