𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞; 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞; 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲

Song: 505 by Arctic Monkeys

Warnings: 18+ CONTENT MINORS DNI, oral sex (f receiving), swearing, protected sex, very smutty with a rather abrupt ending by choice, mentions of PTSD.

Author's Note: This one is a tad long, a gift for the late upload! <3

Just as she'd imagined it, her senses flooded back to her as she opened her eyes to see an unfamiliar room from her own. It was Steve's room. The sheer curtains provided no cover against the beaming morning sun. With a quiet groan, she turned to her side to face away from the light. Her stirring awoke the man laying next to her, blinking off the hours of sleep.

Steve chuckled quietly to himself in disbelief. For the first time in years, he slept through the night without a single nightmare playing in his head or a sleepless passing of time.

Last night, Steve drove Jo to his own home. His house was moderately sized, but bigger than she expected, considering his career. His house sat on top of a hill on the outskirts of Hawkins. An easy identifier would have to be the abandoned power plant that sat just a few miles from his house.

Jo reminded herself of last night's events. Stepping in the door, she hadn't made it far before she felt Steve's hands on her waist. He pulled her back to him. "We can tour later, princess. I wanna make up for lost time..."

Lost in thought, Steve's voice brought her back to reality when the weight of his arm pressed against her hip as he dragged her body back into his. "Everything okay?" His front pressed against her back. She felt the heat radiating off of him. "If you don't want to stay, you don't have to, sweetheart."

It wasn't that she wanted to leave. Jo really wanted to stay. "No! I-uh, I'm just in my own head. I would have left much earlier if I wanted to get out of here. Don't flatter yourself." The both of them laughed at her tiny jab. Jo could imagine the sad pout on Steve's face from behind her. The sound of their soft laughter echoed in the large room.

Steve's bedroom was huge, just like the rest of his house. The room had a fireplace not far from the bed. Though she'd never say anything, she wondered if he had inherited the place or if there was something else going on. The house was practically a mansion in the middle of a small town in Indiana. It looked ridiculously out of place.

"Either way, you need to relax. If Hopper finds out, and I'm sure he will eventually- we'll just roll with it." Steve's finger brushed against her upper arm, pressing kisses to her shoulder so lightly she could barely feel them, his bare chest against her back.

"I know a way we could relax..." Steve trailed off, tracing the curves of her waist with a couple of fingers. Jo shivered at the feeling.

"Seriously? You just woke up and you're already thinking about sex? You're sick." Jo laughed when Steve had given her an angry face.

"Oh please, like you weren't eye-fucking me when we talked for the first time." Steve pushed himself up, his muscular arms tensing as he sat up. "Plus, this is the first time we're actually alone. And it's like I said, I want to make up for lost time." Steve didn't want to beg. It wasn't in his nature to beg for anything. As he neared his thirties, he came to realize how agitating he truly was as a teenager.

Jo scoffed at him, leaning into his touch when he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Just because you're older doesn't mean you can boss me around, y'know?" Jo teased, reaching up to kiss him tenderly.

"I know, but I am your boss." He chuckled, their lips inches away from meeting as he mumbled teasing remarks.

"You're annoying." Jo outstretched a leg across his, shifting herself to sit on his lap. Steve's hands found her waist, his hands gently squeezing the bare skin of her hips. Jo raised her brows at him. Steve snickered at her forwardness.