precarious ; jonathan byers [2]

chapter one- new kid on the block

Casey

Man, I fucking love Autumn.

The changing of the leaves, the nipping coldness upon the Indiana air, the horror movie marathons every weekend at the movie theater, and the pumpkin pie, for fucks sake. It was all fantastic.

I took the last long sip of my warm apple cider as I walked down the sidewalk towards Jonathan's house, smiling as the hot appely sensation went down my throat, letting out a refreshed ahh afterwards. 

Stepping onto Jonathan's driveway, I swiftly tossed the paper cup into their garbage can resting on the curb before walking up to the porch. After knocking on the door and waiting a few moments, a smiling Jonathan opened the door.

"Hey, baby!" He greeted sweetly, grabbing ahold of my waist and leaning down for short, but savory kiss. 

"Huh," I muttered after pulling away. "You seem happy to see me-" I paused, then coming to realization. "Well, damn, you almost had me fooled. What does Jonathan Byers need this time?"

He pretended to look dumbfounded, grabbing my hand and pulling me into the house and back into his room. "What, I can't love on my beautiful girlfriend before school? You look lovely today, might I add."

I raised an eyebrow, looking down to my outfit which included my black converse, tights, red and black wool skirt, Def Leppard tee shirt, and oversized flannel I stole from Jonathan's closet last month. Sure, it was an outfit that looked cute on me, but I wore this kinda stuff everyday. Crossing my arms, I looked back up to him. "Jonathan..."

He sighed, closing the bedroom door behind us. "Alright, alright.  I've had to miss a couple Statistics classes because of Will's day appointments and I'm behind on the assignments."

"Sounds like you need some help," I stated amusingly.

"Do you think my fantastic girlfriend could help me out?" He asked, the hope present in his tone.

"Sure, I think we can work something out," I told him, feeling a smile tug at the corners of my lips.

He took a step closer to me, placing his hands back on my waist. "You're my absolute favorite person, you know that?"

I shrugged innocently, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I try,"

"You know..." He began, his hands roaming underneath the flannel and under the hem of my tee shirt. I sucked in a shaky breath. "You look stunning in my shirt, I have to admit."

"Oh, uhh, t-thanks..." I stuttered, the feeling of my cheeks instantly growing warmer. Damnit, I hated how easy it was for him to turn me on. 

Pulling me closer, I feel his lips connect to my cheek, making their way down towards my jawline, leaving a trail of kisses behind. I close my eyes at the pleasurable sensation, lightly brushing my fingertips up the nape of his neck to entangle themselves in his hair. 

His lips then latched onto my sweet spot; the neck. I had to fight the urge to push him off, knowing that he knew damn well that this was the spot that made my knees buckle. I felt my throat let out a moan I didn't know I had been trying to hold back and Jonathan laughed against my neck at the sound of it.

"Someone's turned on," He amusedly mumbled, finally pulling away.

"Whoa, why'd you stop?" I pouted. "That was helping to clear my mind!"