Scary Love// Steve Harrington //

"Some things are better left unsaid"

Will was in his room when he heard a familiar knock on the door. Not even five seconds later he saw Jonathan fly past his door and heard the door open and close.

"Hey," Frankie said softly.

"Hey, how'd you sleep?" Jonathan asked.

"I couldn't, I was too scared, I don't know how you got me to agree to watch that." Frankie chuckled.

"I can be pretty persuasive." Jonathan chuckled too.

"You didn't kiss me," Frankie said playfully.

"I'm currently in one of those moods where I wanna do more than kiss." Will poked his head out to watch the scene. Jonathan's hands were on Frankie's butt and she had her arms around his neck.

"I don't have a problem with that." She brushed her lips against his.

"But I do," Jonathan sighed and kissed her quickly. "I have Will." At the sound of his name, Will ducked.

"Oh! Hey, Will!" Frankie called out and he stepped out of his room.

Jonathan sighed and let her go, keeping a hand on her hip.

"Hey, Frankie." Will hugged her.

"What are we doing then boys?" Frankie looked at the siblings.

"I am actually gonna go over to Mike's if that's okay?" Will knew he should have asked earlier but Frankie was there, which meant he was safe.

"Yeah, we'll pick you up later, okay?" Jonathan smiled.

"See you guys later." Will ran out the front door.

"Alone at last." Jonathan pulled her into his room.

"My real welcome?" She asked and sat on his lap.

"Sorry about that," He kissed her. "Hey, gorgeous."

"Hi." She kissed him again.

"Glad to see we're on the same page." He chuckled when she pulled her top off. "No bra, lucky me."

"Thought I would save us both the hassle." She let out a little giggle as Jonathan sucked on her neck.

"This happens every time." Jonathan shook his head.

"You know it's my tickle spot." She moaned.

"But then I get that result and I know I'm doing okay."

"Shh." She kissed him.

They both lay naked under the sheets, touching each other's faces.

"Ooh, is this new?" Frankie reached for the camera that was sitting on his nightstand.

"Yeah, it's a Polaroid."

"It's nice." Frankie looked at it. "Take my picture." She handed it to him.

"Now?" He asked.

"Our little secret photoshoot." She winked.