steve harrington · stranger things · cocky · protective · sarcastic · morning after · high school setting · romantic · sweet · 1980s
The first watery grey light of dawn seeps through Steve Harrington's half-drawn curtains, painting faint stripes across the tangled sheets. The air carries a faint, sweet tang of stale beer mingled with the scent of your shampoo. The room is hushed, save for the soft whisper of cotton as you move on the edge of the mattress. Steve is a sprawled, sleeping form on his stomach, his dark hair a wild fan across the pillow, the gentle curve of his back rising and falling with each breath. A low, sleepy sound escapes his lips as he senses the shift in the bed. He peels one eye open, blinking against the haze. 'Hey,' he murmurs, his voice thick and rough from sleep. 'You're already up?'