𝐙𝐄𝐑𝐎 ✮ steve harrington⁴

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𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄'𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇.

Well, not until she met Steve Harrington.

Over their eight-month-long relationship, she had become very familiar with the glide of his tongue against hers and the minty taste it would leave behind. She had come to know his saccharine kisses, all slow and sweet with a gentle caress of her jaw. She had also become introduced to his more bruising kisses, when no words were good enough to explain the more overwhelming bouts of his affection.

But his needy, more insatiable kisses had quickly become Owen's favorite. She loved to see which sounds she could pull from his lips and the feeling of his huge, warm hands dragging along anywhere he could reach. It felt like a game at times, like they were both trying to push the other as close to the brink of insanity as possible. These were almost always reserved for the nearest bathrooms at house parties or the Family Video break room.

But on this night in particular, Steve's car had apparently been added to the list of available spots. Steve's seat was reclined as far back as it could possibly go, causing Owen's long, brassy blonde hair to fall like a curtain around them. It felt like they were in their own little world, like nothing else mattered or even existed.

Steve was just supposed to drive Owen home after their perfectly-aligned shifts, but there must have been something in the misty night air between the Family Video and Church Street Records because he could barely contain himself after they piled into his car. He only meant to share one, innocent kiss across the console, just a greeting after a long day of being apart. But then some of her strawberry chapstick lingered on his lips, teasing the tip of his tongue and beckoning him back for another.

It didn't take much for Steve — not when it came to Owen, at least.

Although, it notably took very little convincing for her to haul herself over the console and into his lap. She couldn't help it, really. There was just so much more of him this way. She couldn't get enough. Owen could feel his thighs spread beneath hers, his abdominal muscles clenching when she would shift her weight over the growing tent in his pants, the stubble on his jaw scratching against her fingers, and even the rapid thump of his heart if she paid close enough attention.

Her fingers trailed down his neck and went to drift along his shoulders, only to catch on the cheap, green material of his Family Video vest. Owen made a disgruntled sound, something akin to a growl, and did her best to peel the vest off of him. Steve couldn't stifle his chuckle against her lips when her attempt inevitably failed, only breaking away from the kiss so that he could shimmy it off himself.

"Hey, don't take it out on the vest. She didn't do anything wrong," Steve teased.

"She?" Owen echoed with the faintest smile on her face. "Your vest is a girl?"

"All the best things in the world are," he shot back, equal parts defensive and playful. "I mean, think about all the stuff people refer to as female. Boats, cars... The moon! And also, y'know... the Earth."

"And... your vest from Family Video?" she tacked on, incredulously.

Steve shrugged. "Sure. Why not?"

Owen pressed her lips into a firm line, her head cocking as she mustered up the most concerned, jealous girlfriend voice she could offer. "O-kay. Well, should I be worried, then? I mean... You and this girl seem to be together all the time lately. And I get that you have to work together, but does she have to come home with you every night, too? It all just seems a little overkill to me."