Black Beauty- Steve HarringtonxOC

Chapter 22

"Oh shit." Steve's entire body vibrates with the force of the metal box hurtling toward the center of the Earth. It shakes and wobbles and he grabs onto whatever his fingers find to stabilize himself. Filly's pale hand clenches his shirt in the center of his chest, the other bolstering herself against the table in front of them. When he looks back on it later, he feels almost proud that she leaned on him. Not Robin, not Dustin, but him, Steve Harrington. That's got to count for something.

"Shit! Shit!" A high-pitched yell leaves Dustin's mouth, higher than he thought was possible.

"We're going down! We're going down!" He realizes that he's stating the obvious, but the feeling of his fear plus the feeling of Filly's hand folding a little bit under the collar of his shirt to touch the hair on his chest is making him act a bit of a fool. The contact makes his blood spark in his veins and his skin tingles. What can he say? Even the back of her hand is soft as it brushes his skin accidentally. He can't count on both hands the number of times he'd curled up with the thought of her flashing through his mind, pretending it was her small hand curled around his thick member instead of his own, imagining the kinds of faces she would make when he made her come undone and ruined all other men for her. He wanted all of her.

But those thoughts are better left for private moments tucked away in his bedroom with just his own company. He needed to be in the present.

"Yeah, no shit, Harrington!" Robin assesses. She holds herself against a wall of boxes.

The younger male's grating squeal rings off the metal sheets all around them."Why don't these buttons work?!"

He has to be strong, for her, but it's hard. It drains. It wears. It's made a little easier by her being alongside him. Her presence almost makes him forget about the metal box they're in hurtling down into the dirt.

It comes to a sudden and complete stop, like a man being hanged. He and Filly fall together against the wall, Steve hitting it with his back and Filly tripping onto him. He slides down, his knees bending, and she's pulled along by her grip on him. She tries to step over the teen, but a heavy box slips off the table and lands on her back, making her fold in half, straddling his hips. She yelps in pain, stationary under the weight and squeezed between a rock and a hard place. He can't think of a reason for his sudden excitement besides the fact that Filly is sat in his lap, that and the adrenaline pumping through his veins. He should be more concerned with their current predicament. Teenage boy that he is, somethings about his hormones, he can't help.

He huffs and pretends not to be enamored by the sight of his crush in his lap, however inopportune. "Ow. It fell on us." Palms sweaty, he pushes at the box but it's stuck against the surface above and impossible for him to move. "Dustin! Get this off of us." He's keen to get Filly off of him before she realizes what's pressing against her inner thigh. He can smell her woodsy scent, like a bonfire on a chilly winter night. It doesn't do anything to calm him down.

With all the power he has in his limbs, the boy heaves it off of the pair of teens, setting it back on the surface from whence it came.

"My back," Filly whines, pressing her lower back with her hands as she rolls off of the brunette. "Oof..."

He turns and curls up on the floor for a moment, his torso sore from being tossed around.

"Is everyone okay?" Tremors warble in Robin's voice as she picks herself up off the floor. Brought out of his stupor by the sound, his eyes fly open and he stands furiously, rushing to the console and opening the small metal breaker box.

"Yeah I'm great now that I know Russians can't design elevators!" Steve, storming toward the panel that houses several buttons of both the blue and green variety, can't help his frustration coming out in waves.