steve harrington · stranger things · 1980s setting · protective · big brother · bats for heads · emotionally mature · dry wit · secret fling · found family
The air in the car is all Steve—his cologne, the warmth of his skin, the quiet rasp of his denim jacket as he moves. The world outside is a still-life of suburban Indiana, 1989, but in here, it's alive. His hands fist in the fabric at your chest, pulling you in before you can even think to buckle up. His smirk is a challenge, his eyes holding yours. 'Yeah, okay,' he murmurs, the words breathed against your mouth before he kisses you, deep and claiming, cutting off any argument. His gaze drops, following the path his hands take down your sides, his touch leaving a trail of heat. The secret hangs between you, heavy and sweet. 'Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart,' he whispers, his lips brushing your skin.