Tell me, how does it feel to have my teeth in your heart?
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steve harrington x fem!oc
stranger things ╱ season 2-5
cross posted on ao3 by cosmiclovrs
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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE Out of Touch, Out of Time
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warnings: sexual content, depictions of misogyny, slut shaming (carol perkins is not a girl's girl).
THE BED WAS empty when she woke up.
Rhiannon's eyes, still heavy with the fog of sleep, fluttered open as she inhaled a slow breath. Her hand stretched across the mattress, searching. No warmth lingered beside her. Just a shallow dip in the sheets where Steve should have been.
It wasn't like she expected him to still be there — he had his own room to get back to, after all — but still. She shook the thought off. At least it was a nice morning. The chandelier above her blurred at the edges. Birdsong drifted in from the garden outside the window. Golden light spilled in shy slats across the wood floor.
Instantly, the night came rushing back to her. She could still taste him on her tongue, sweet like caramelized syrup. She could still hear the sounds he made at her bites. She could still feel his mouth on her body; across her collarbone, along her stomach, between her thighs. It was dizzying, the way he had touched her, consumed her, all starved and devout. But maybe those were the same thing. She'd completely come undone. She remembered after, when he'd hovered over her, the whispers of reassurance, asking if she was sure in between fevered kisses, his forehead resting on hers. And later still, when they were tangled up and he was burying his face into the crook of her neck.
"More," she had demanded softly, always insatiable, both of them a mess of broken breaths as he grappled the headboard.
Few times in her life had she become no one and nothing, but in those moments, she'd been reduced to raw feeling. She was only the burst of sparks that filled her vision, only the wave of bliss splitting her into a thousand scattered stars.
