Stancy/Stonathan Fanfiction

Untimely Crisis of Affection

Stonathan, Accident Kiss, 1714 words
By: TheWitchBoy

There was a whoop of victory as emotion overtook the three of them. A high that even the disappeared beast couldn’t quite nip in the bud. The floor was smouldering, the bear trap was gross as all fuck, and the extinguisher sat innocently to the side, having done its job. Another good sign was the steady lights.

The Creature – capital effing C – wasn’t anywhere to be found, and that would probably be concerning in a minute or two, after they’d all come down from their victorious high. But, at that moment, it didn’t matter. They’d won. They’d lived!

They’d defeated the supernatural beast, the…. the humanoid carnivorous flower thing. They’d won. They’d won!

Steve reached out, mind fuddled to shit – partially on adrenaline, partially on gas fumes, and partially on the sheer force of denial that he was employing about just about everything from the last five minutes – and pulled the nearest of the party in for a quick and messy kiss, which surprised Steve himself.

Okay, yes, Steve was impulsive. Yes, he sometimes did things without thinking.

But there was something to be said for the moments leading up to a kiss, usually. There was the connection, before two people even touched. The eyes, the flickering gazes that indicated interest without words, the hands, the first touch… it was nigh sacred. And then the first touch of lips meeting lips, usually chaste and gentle.

Making out could be any manner of energy and enthusiasm, but the initial kiss tended to follow a pattern. All at once, that pattern Steve had adhered to since he’d started kissing girls back in middle school or junior high, was thrown to the wind.

It should probably be said, for Steve’s benefit, that he expected the only willing comer to be Nancy. Jonathan was stubborn as a mule, for one thing, and had good reason to have something against Steve. Good reason that pointed to earlier in the day, when Steve’s friends had defaced the theatre, Steve had insulted Jonathan and his family, and then the fist fight.

Yeah, Jonathan could put up a fight.

So, it was pretty logical that, if Steve caught Nancy, he’d get his impromptu kiss. If he caught Jonathan, there wouldn’t be a kiss. More likely a swat, some nervous laughter, and maybe some stupid grins. Adrenaline was euphoric and unpredictable that way, right? Maybe he’d even catch the tail end of his desire to have that victory kiss and reel in Nancy, after all.

So yeah, Steve reached out to reel in one of their euphoric, victorious party members, drew them in, and kissed them hard and without the finesse he’d usually try for. He reeled them in almost blindly – blinded first by the bright flickering of the lights, then by the semi-darkness that the Creature had left in its wake – and kissed them on the mouth.

There was a brief splutter, and their noses bumped into each other before their mouths slotted together, but the ends were achieved with a satisfying slide of mouth against mouth, breaths intermingling, both panting from adrenaline before even meeting for the affair of mouths, teeth, and satisfyingly curious tongue.

Steve was caught up in the moment, and he felt the moment stretch and lengthen, even as his brain spoke to him with a lack of coherency Steve blamed on everything, including the intimacy.

But really.

Nancy wasn’t that solid, tall, or broad. Her lips weren’t that chapped and didn’t fumble for what to do. Her tongue was more adept and less shy, once they reached a point in an embrace where tongues would be introduced. Her hands didn’t have so much of a problem finding a place to rest. Her hands weren’t that large and solid, either, pressing warmth against Steve’s ribs on one side and gripping tightly to his shirt on the other.