stevesharrlngtons:

hold my hand so he gets jealous

your legs dangled into the pool, steve’s temple leaning against your bare thigh as he floated near the edge.

it was august, and projected as the hottest day of the year. you felt the sun beating down on you as you reclined against the rough cement behind you, craning your face to the heat above you. you had been swimming, but decided to take a break and just enjoy the dry heat rolling through indiana.

steve on the other hand, refused to leave the cool security of the pool. the cold water was helping him keep any semblance of sanity in this heat. you, stripped down to next to nothing and dustin, max and lucas screaming and splashing around him were all trying his nerves.

the heat was making him sluggish and touch starved. all he wanted was to hang off of you, feeling your unrestricted smooth skin beneath his fingers and press ice cubes to your neck. to keep you overnight in his bed where you’d roll around in sweat dampened sheets together, complaining about the heat but refusing to part even an inch. to ride around in his car with you, windows down and your legs slung over into his lap. but he knew he couldn’t, because you were only his girl friend, the separate words and not the conjunction. steve wanted you in every season, but the heat was making him love sick for every part of you.

so, leaning against you as you soaked in some rays while treading water was the best he was going to get. when you left to take max home eventually, he knew lucas and dustin would have some choice words for him, mostly making fun of him and begging him to make a move. he’d give them both a swift slap to the back of the head and they’d shut up, but steve would still have to listen to their jabs and insults. though, with you so close right now, he couldn’t care less.

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