Jonathan Byers x Reader

Take my picture? - P.20

A small clump formed in your throat hearing those three special and extremely meaningful words leave Jonathan's lips. His expression was serious yet hopeful at the same time pouring his intense feelings out into the open in such a short amount of time. Your mother once told you it took your father almost six months to confess to her which was something that you had always held in your mind to be normal and acceptable. Though, something about the timing of his confession just seemed right and it was clear with the tone of his voice that he completely meant what he said without any sign of doubt.

Your free hand shook against the side of your leg almost violently while the other remained still only due to his hand having such a tight grip on it. Surely, he would have been able to feel the nervousness in that hand alone as you dug around for the courage to tell him exactly how you felt as well. In that moment, your face began to feel rather warm obviously meaning more blood than you would like had been rushing to your face easily giving away any emotion that you had been feeling.l

It felt like hours had passed since he last spoke though in reality it had only been less than a minute as he seemed to be anxiously awaiting some kind of response from you. Your mouth had been dry as you appeared to be holding your breath without even realizing it. But despite all the strange things your body had been doing reacting to such a deep moment, you managed to finally act like an actual person and respond.

"Jonathan, I..." you began to say with a rather noticeable shake in your voice that could easily be mistaken for preparation to cry. "I love you too."

With the sound of your words, Jonathan sudden turned the wheel sharply toward the edge of the road away from the danger of any traffic that would randomly be on this back road. Your free hand quickly gripped the handle on the door to stabilize yourself against the sudden motion of unevenness before the car came to a rough stop sending you forward just a bit as the seat-belt quickly brought you back into place.

"What's wrong?" you anxiously asked as you heard the sound of his seat belt release from the lock and hit the window roughly. His hand instantly let go of yours as you turned to face him trying to understand what was happening or what you may have missed.

Suddenly, as you were met with silence, his body jerked in your direction placing both of his hands on the sides of your head and pulling you toward his lips with record speed. The movements of his lips had been uneven and a bit messy but entirely full of desire and lust along with the love that he had admitted to only moments ago.

The feeling of his tongue against your lower lip became increasingly noticeable as you were about to comment on his action. Though, before any words could escape from your mouth his tongue took advantage of the small window of opportunity and pushed its ways into the wet space wasting no time rolling around with yours.

A small though steady stream of fresh air through your nose managed to keep your alive as Jonathan managed to completely hold your lips into a lock down allowing no air to enter or exit without his permission. His body began to noticeably move farther away from his driver's seat and slowly into where you had been sitting barely pressing his body against yours as if he had been waiting for any sign of resistance just in case. Fortunately, the last thing in the world that you had wanted was for him to let up even in the slightest.

After a few good tries, your hand managed to find the latch on the bottom edge of the seat near the door allowing the back of the seat to recline backwards creating a more comfortable situation for both of you and a little more privacy just in case a car would pass by and happen to look over at the windows.

As the seat moved backwards giving a better look of the back seat from your side view, Jonathan began to relax letting up on his kiss and removing his tongue while looking directly into your eyes.

"I want to hear it again." he said almost breathlessly as you instantly knew what he was referring to.

"I love you." you said again keeping complete eye contact with him as he seemed to be scanning your facial expression.

"Really? You mean it?" he asked quickly as a small smile began to form in the corner of his mouth. "You're not just saying that out of obligation?"

A small chuckle escaped your lips hearing him trying to confirm your confession letting his insecurity show itself once again.

"I one hundred percent mean it." you told him as serious as possible. "Believe me I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean. I truly love you, Jonathan Byers."

~~~To be continued~~~