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Christmas tree farm - S.H

Steve Harrington x female!reader

Steve spends the weeks leading up to Christmas working on a Christmas tree farm owned by the family of the girl he’s in love with

A/n: friends to lovers, farm!au, love confessions

Warnings: slight injury detail, strong language, kissing

Word count: 6.3k

December,

In my heart is a Christmas tree farm

She followed the Christmas lights that had been strung along the fences until she found Steve Harrington at the end of them. He was knelt down in the grass, and his hands were turning red from the cold as tried to untie the knots in the coloured lights. They looked pretty, the whole farm did this time of year.

Steve had been working here for around three Christmases now. She could still remember his first year here when he cut his hand open and she had to tie a clean sock around it because they couldn’t find anything else. She now had one sock that was permanently missing its other half.

It had been three years now of him smelling like a forest at all times, even when she occasionally saw him in the summer. It was a smell she had grown to like on him. It fitted. He also often had these little green pine needles stuck to his sweaters, it was something so unimportant but she liked it too, and it was just another thing to add to the list of things she liked about Steve.

She stepped off that pathway to the house, she couldn’t resist.

“Isn’t it a bit late in the evening for you to be doing that?” She asked.

Steve looked up, saw it was her and then he looked back down, smiling to himself as he carried on fixing the lights. He softly shook his head at her. He should be used to her coming over to bother him by now, she could hardly come home and not stop to talk to him. Even when he was inside the barn she went out of her way and got very muddy shoes just to see him.

It was always worth it because he was always sweet to her and he made her smile. She found she missed that the rest of year, when only got to see him in quick passing in town or at a party here and there. Christmas time meant seeing Steve every day, she could lie and say she loved November and December just because of the ribbons and lights but it was obvious Steve had something to do with it.

“I didn’t know how tied up they were, I should’ve started earlier.” He furrowed his brows together and Oh God did he look cute. He always looked cute but sometimes he just did something and it made it feel all fuzzy inside her head. “If it gets dark don’t let the wolves get me.”

He looked up at her with puppy dog eyes, fighting his own grin. No one had prettier eyes then Steve Harrington. It wasn’t possible. She felt herself smiling before she knew it. It never mattered how her day had gone. Steve could always just make it better. However, the woods behind the farm were definitely not full of wolves. This was still Hawkins and its biggest threat was racoons. He was just ever the dramatic.

“I promise I won’t let the wolves get you Steve.” She backed away from him. She should probably be getting inside anyway. She could feel the dizziness from their short conversation already creeping in.

She didn’t know how he did it, how he so casually made her feel all fuzzy and dizzy and all those kind of ‘zzy’ words.

She started walking back to the house, the lights were already strung around the windows but that wasn’t Steve’s responsibility, his only tasks concerned the Christmas trees and the farm. She actually kind of hated how little time he spent near the house.

The lack of snow on the grass was making her feel disappointed. There was no snowy crunch under each of her steps, no footprints leading to the front door. And, what was making her most sad, was there were no snowflakes to get caught in Steve's hair. They said it would snow as soon as Saturday but that seemed like a long time to wait. It was Tuesday, how was she supposed to go four more days with no snow?

“Hey.” She spun around at the sound of his voice. He was standing now, a spiral of lights hanging from his hands and ending in a knotted mess down by his boots. He fidgeted with the lights for a moment, browning-green eyes flickering from her to them. It was like he wasn’t sure what he wanted to say, she had never seen Steve lost for words. She waited anyway.

Steve smiled and shook his head. “Never mind.” Why did boys do that?

He knelt back down in the grass, she couldn’t help but wonder why he thought blue jeans were a good idea, he always ended up dirty at the end of the day, with grass stains and mud on his clothes. She could see a little dirt on his green sweater now.

“Well, can I ask you something?” She walked closer and leant on the fence, Steve was on the other side. She was a little nervous but mostly just hesitant. She needed a favour from him and she had never asked him for one before. She doubted he would say no but it was still freaking her out a bit. Steve nodded his head. “I need a ride this weekend and they said you’re taking some trees just out of town in the truck so I thought-”

“I could take you with me?”

She felt the blood rushing to her cheeks. She didn’t know why but Steve knowing what she was going to ask before she even muttered the words made her flustered, even though it was obvious that she wanted something from him, her mind refused to focus on that second part.

“Yes.” She rested her head on her hands, trying to look as innocent and sweet as possible, hoping that that would make him say yes.

Steve laughed softly under his breath and shook his head at her, again. She would love to know what he was thinking right now. “I can’t really say no can I?” He stopped what he was doing and looked up at her, he was never going to be done with these lights unless she went inside soon and stopped bothering him.

She thought about it, and he kind of couldn't say no, it was her family’s truck after all.

“No.” She said smiling as she backed away from him. “You can’t.”

They wake to see a blanket of snow

Steve was waiting by the truck on Saturday morning, just like he said he would be. He was leaning against it, arms crossed and jacket undone. She couldn’t help but imagine him waiting to pick up girls just like this, girls who got to kiss him and who she was just slightly jealous of.

It had started snowing last night and it hadn’t stopped, so all the trees tied down in the back were dusted with fresh white snow making them look even more festive than before, Steve even looked more Christmassy too. His cheeks were quickly turning red and there were snowflakes melting into his brown hair every few seconds. Not to mention the stray pine needles on his clothes.

She bit the inside of her cheek. She just wanted to be sure she hadn’t imagined this sight in her head. Snow. Steve. Christmas trees. It was all dream worthy stuff. Steve opened the passenger door when he saw her coming over to him. She pinched the back of her hand. Nothing.

Steve rounded the truck and got into the driver's side. The sound of the snow and frosted grass under his shoes made her smile. Today his jacket matched the paint on the truck, both being deep blue. It was softer on the inside than the outside, his jacket that is, not the truck, she hadn’t felt it per say but she could imagine that it was by look alone. It was definitely warm too.

He looked back over his shoulder, his hand on her headrest. There was still snow settling on his collar. He smelt like vanilla and damp wood. Making her head spin before they had even started driving anywhere.

They started heading down the drive but they weren’t even off the property before she started asking him questions.

“Do you mind driving in the snow?”

Steve thought about it for a second before shaking his head. “No.” He smiled softly and she felt like she had missed some part of the conversation. His smile, or just him, looked different from this point of view. She had never sat in the passenger seat beside him before. She felt special.

She watched him for a second, eyes falling to his hand on the steering wheel, she was wondering if his hands were cold like hers were. She looked down at her lap, her hands would fit in his quite nicely.

“But then again-” She looked back at Steve, she always found herself looking right at him when he talked. “-I couldn’t say yes with you here.” He glanced at her, grinning. But she didn't get it, what did he mean by that?

“Why not?” She asked, turning to look at him again. He looked relaxed driving, she hadn’t noticed it before but he suited the truck, just like he suited the trees and the farm. Everything just kind of made sense with him.

He shrugged, like it was so obvious ‘why not?’. “Because you’re obsessed with the snow.” She wasn’t sure would use the word ‘obsessed’ but- “How could I sit here and say I hated driving in it when you’ve been sitting around all week waiting for it to come. If I said something I’d jinx it and then it would be my fault if it stopped and all melted away. Then you’d get sad again, and then I would have to hate myself until Spring.”

“I wouldn’t blame you Steve.” She doubted she would ever blame him for anything, he could ruin Christmas and she would look the other way. She couldn’t help it, Steve was Steve, she had a soft spot for him.

“Promise?” He looked over at her, with eyes like a labrador. It was like his height and hair wasn’t enough, someone had to go and give him heartbreak worthy eyes too. She didn’t say anything, she just smiled at him. Steve shook his head. “Shit.” He was smiling, even if she wasn’t staring at him, she would’ve heard it in his voice alone. “See, you can’t even promise.”

Steve stole another glance at her. He was a good driver but she was making it hard to focus. The girl beside him had wrecked his weekend plans, and he was completely in over his head.

“I promise Steve.” Did she have to keep saying his name? “I won’t blame you for it.” She seemed like she meant it and as much as they were just messing around, he really would hate himself if he made her sad.

It bothered him when she was down. Whether it be about the snow or something bigger, it made his chest feel tight when he saw her so sad. But confusingly enough, his chest also tightened when he looked over at her right now in the passenger seat.

“Alright.” He bit back a smirk. “I don’t like driving in the snow.”

Bundled up in their mittens and coats

“Hey.”

Steve almost dropped his bags when he heard her voice. At the farm he expected to see her, and he could prepare himself but in the middle of town, while doing his Chritsmas shopping he did not expect to run into her. It was mostly his fault because his head had been down since the second he stepped outside. It was icy on the street today and he didn’t want to fall so he really hadn’t seen her coming.

“Hey.” He repeated back, trying to relax a little. He took her in, her normal sweet eyes and pretty smile, and a white coat. He had never seen her in it before but he guessed she couldn’t really wear white around the farm. He decided it must’ve been new or special. “You heading home?”

“Mhm.” She nodded her head. “I just needed one last thing before Christmas, and I wanted a walk.” He noticed the little brown bag she was holding, and the dried mud on her boots from the farm.

At least she was wearing boots with all this frost and ice they were getting over the snow, but even that didn’t take away from the fact that he had seen her walk into closed gates and catch her side on the barn doorway a few times too many. If he thought he might slip, she definitely would.

“Is that safe?” He rubbed the back of his neck. He didn’t want to stand there and mock her, but fighting a smile was hard.

“Because of the ice?” She bit her bottom lip, almost killing him in the middle of the street, and looked down as she dragged her boot over the icy ground.

“Because you’re clumsy.” He countered back.

She looked at him like she was shocked, and then she furrowed her brows like she was seconds from defending herself. Like the sweet, soft girl he knew was about to argue with him. Steve couldn’t lie and say he hated this feeling, it felt like sharp little electricity shots in his veins. He hadn’t upset her, he never would. They had established that in the truck the other day. But he had said something that got under her skin just a little and he kind of liked that.

She took a deep breath. Cute. “I’m not clumsy, I just occasionally get distracted and forget to look where I’m going.” She avoided his eyes, she must be a bad liar, and looked in the brown bag. He saw a flash of blue inside. A box maybe. It glittered in the sunlight for a second.

“Also known as being clumsy.” He was talking without thinking and enjoying himself way too much. But the look in her eyes was just everything to him right now. He had all her attention, being late for dinner or needing to get out the cold wasn’t going to steal her away.

“Are you walking home?” She asked as she ignored his comment. Fuck. She was good.

“Are you changing the conversation?”

She softly smiled at the ground. He begged for her to look up in his head and luckily she heard him. “Walk me back?”

He couldn’t say no to that.

“Alright.”

Watching the fire glow

It was horrible outside. And it felt like it was only getting worse. She tried to cosy down and make some hot chocolate, watch an old movie, that sort of thing, but nothing was distracting her from the snowstorm happening outside the house.

She wanted to look out the window, just to check if it was dying down yet. She knew it would make her feel even more uneasy but she couldn’t help it. One look out the living room window and then she would close the curtains, she swore it to herself. But when she looked she caught sight of two headlights glowing in the dark.

Steve’s car was still here, sitting half way down the drive with the lights on. Please say he's not inside. She put her slippers on and went to the front door, she peered out just a little, holding the door half open trying not to let it get caught in the wind and slam shut on her. Please don’t let him be sitting in a freezing car.

Steve was smart, he would’ve driven home hours before this all started. Right? She stepped out the door and for once she didn’t like the snow. Not now it was colder than ever and hitting her like ice. Steve was smart, she got that right, he wouldn’t drive in this, but he would apparently sit in his car and wait it out.

The lights Steve had strung along the fences and around some of the Christmas trees were glowing, she would’ve really hated it if it was pitch black out here but she probably would’ve found herself outside with or without the lights.

She knocked on his window, the sleeves of her sweater acting as gloves. Well, doing their best at least. Steve looked rather cosy actually, he had this thick brown coat on and he must’ve had the heat blasting because his cheeks were red from warmth not from cold. She could strangely tell the difference with him.

He flinched slightly, and then he opened his car door and looked her up and down with a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “What the hell are you doing?” He said it so smoothly, like he wasn’t really that shocked to see her.

“Me?” She hugged herself with her arms. “Steve, you’re sitting in your car in a snowstorm.” She tilted her head to the side as she watched him look around. She felt as if he was thinking ‘well it’s not that bad…’.

He looked back at her and he smiled. “And you’re walking around in it in your pyjamas.”

She wanted to tell him that she had rushed out when she saw his car from the window but that all felt a little foolish now. Why didn’t she get her coat or put her boots on? And how was she supposed to say she was so worried about him that she somehow just forgot about all that stuff.

“Come inside?” The storm made the most horrible sound through the trees and she found herself stepping closer to the car, to him. “It’s freezing and I’m not going in without you.” She was pretty sure she meant it, but if he decided to wait her out she wasn’t so sure she would mean it so much anymore.

“Am I allowed in?” Steve stepped out of the car and shut his door behind him. “I mean, I’ve been inside your house before but not with just you home.”

He was standing right in front of her, just a step away. The smell of pine hit her stronger than if she had walked in the other direction, right into the trees. He seemed taller closer and his hair almost seemed darker. Even with the snow quickly settling in it.

God he looked pretty. She wondered if he could tell how much she liked him when she was looking at him like this. Did he know?

“I think a storm is a perfect excuse for you-” Her voice jumped up a pitch as the wind whistled through the trees. Why were they still standing outside? “-to come inside.”

He seemed to be studying her, making sure she was sure. His eyes traced her face, falling to her lips more than once making her heart thump and the cold icy feeling spreading across her skin worth it. Steve looked back at the house. She had left the lights on and she knew it looked too cosy to resist. He may work for her family but that doesn’t mean he wasn't a friend too. And friends were allowed inside.

“Come on then.” Steve placed his hand on her back for just a second, edging her to go inside and indicating that he would follow, which he did. They had accidentally touched before, hands grazing, shoulders brushing that sort of thing but this felt so deliberate. It made her head spin.

When they were back inside the house, Steve immediately took his shoes off. It looked odd to see him sitting at the bottom of her staircase. Messy hair fell over his face as he untied his laces. She took her slippers off, leaving her in fluffy blue snowflake patterned Christmas socks, he glanced at them and laughed under his breath.

“What?” She asked with her head tilted.

“Nothing.” He stood up, placing his sneakers by the door. He could’ve left them anywhere she wouldn’t have minded. “They’re cute. You’re cute.”

His throat felt tight, almost itchy all of a sudden. He hadn’t realised he had said it until he had said it. He felt like they had flirted before, he thought she knew he liked her. Maybe she didn’t but he had never said something like that before. God, Steve had never even called her pretty before. No matter how many times he might’ve wanted to.

Her eyes softened and he wanted to kiss her.

“The fire’s going.” She was panicking and saying the first thing that came to mind, he would bet all his money on it. She edged towards the archway that led into the living room. “If you sit by it, your coat will dry faster and we can get warm again.”

She glanced over her shoulder. He could already hear the fire but now he spotted it, along with the neatly decorated tree beside it. All gold and red. Sparkling right behind her. She looked stuck in a romantic Christmas film, with her socks, her sweater and pink pyjamas bottoms. He couldn’t believe she had gone outside like that.

Steve was staring at her. She was already nervous after he had called her ‘cute’, but now he was looking at her like that and the room was heating up fast. She was begging for him to do something, to sit down or take his coat off, even just to say something.

It wasn’t that she was uncomfortable, it was just that this (whatever was happening between them) was new.

“Sorry.” He whispered, like they were in a crowded room and he didn’t want to be overheard. He slipped his coat off his shoulders. Now she was the one staring, confused why he was apologising. He laughed softly, reading her mind. “For saying that, calling you that. If I've, you know, crossed a line or something-”

“You haven’t.” She jumped to say. “You didn’t.”

They laid Steve’s coat on the arm of the sofa so it could dry by the fire. He sat down as she threw a few more pieces of wood in to keep it going, but she made a point to be extra careful and not burn herself. Steve already thought she was clumsy; she didn’t need to confirm the reputation he had given her.

“You’re good at that.” He said. “Really good.”

She sat back on the sofa, relaxing into soft pillows behind her. It wasn’t a small sofa and yet she and Steve seemed rather close. They weren’t touching but their knees were just a hands length away. One shift to get more comfortable and she would accidentally be resting her leg against his.

“I can do-” She hesitated. He was watching her, her mouth specifically. “-farm stuff.” She hadn’t just called it farm stuff had she? If anyone else was in the room they would be laughing at her so she was shocked when the boy bedside her didn’t.

“I know.” Steve crossed his arms, he looked rather comfortable right now. Almost tired. “You’re much better at stringing lights and decorating trees than me.”

The storm hit against the windows and she did flinch a little but not as much now she wasn’t alone. She focused on the fluffy way Steve’s hair was drying instead of the snow and hail coming down outside the house. Her own eyes started feeling a bit heavy, she blamed the fire and the faint smell of men's cologne now in her living room.

“But you’re better at keeping them alive. And I can’t drive the truck.” She had tried once or twice, maybe he would teach her one winter. He would probably say yes to that. She tucked her legs up on the sofa like a cat after walking in circles before it slept.

“That’s true.”

That was the last thing said before they both fell asleep. And when she woke up she wondered how her head ended up on his shoulder.

And telling me, "I love you"

There were three days left until Christmas and Steve was still tying up trees and placing them in the truck. He was still out in the snow, kicking it off to the side every now and then when he walked up and down the drive. It wasn’t falling as fast as the other day, but it was setting just as quick.

She had been busy-ish in the kitchen, making cookies and gingerbread. The whole house smelt like nutmeg and vanilla and was warmed by the heat of the oven. But now she was done she had time to look out the window every now and then in between wrapping presents on the living room floor, just to see if Steve was still there.

She wanted to go out and see him, she never missed a chance to talk to him, especially this time of year. There wasn’t long until he would stop helping out at the farm, by february he would be gone again. But the other day, when they had that snowstorm, had made her even more nervous to be around him.

She wanted to tell him. But she also just wanted to stay friends because that was less scary. She looked out the window again and this time he was gone. The truck was still there with the Christmas trees in the back quickly getting covered with soft white snow. The gates where all closed, with their green reefs hanging on them and-

She heard a knock on the front door and when she opened it she found Steve Harrington holding his wrist with his other hand and forcing a smile. It reminded her how a dog would come to the door limping and whining all the while still trying to wag its tail.

She hadn’t planned to spend the next few hours in town, sitting in the doctors while Steve got his wrist checked over. She hadn’t planned on seeing him at all, at least for a few more days until she could figure out what she wanted to say.

But now she had been forced to talk to him and somehow falling asleep on his shoulder didn’t come up. It didn’t cloud over their conversation, she almost forgot about it because she was too worried about him being in any kind of pain. It was a bittersweet accident.

“Can I help?”

She looked up at him with sorry eyes because no, he could not. She was sitting on the living room floor again this time with Steve sitting across from her. The fire was going and there was a nice soft rug beneath them. It was a very cosy afternoon if you ignored his bandaged wrist. It wasn’t anything serious but he wasn’t allowed to do anything with it, which kind of counted out farm chores. (And Chritsmas wrapping.)

“You’re not going to let me, are you?” She shook her head. No. Steve sighed far too dramatically for the situation, considering she was simply telling him to just eat Chritsmas chocolates and watch her tie ribbons. “So I have to just sit here, watching you wrap sweaters and snowglobes?”

“Hmm.” She hummed in agreement.

She could see him in her peripheral vision, even as she focused on folding the corners of the bright red paper, staring at her with his head tilted while leaning back on one hand as the other rested in his lap. She felt like the fire needed to burn out a little, her face felt too warm now.

“You’re like Christmas-pretty you know. I’ve always thought that.” She screwed up her face a little, she had never heard the term ‘Christmas-pretty’ before, especially from Steve. She looked up at him, he was smiling softly enough to melt the chocolates beside them. “Winter-pretty.” He added, making less sense than before.

She placed her wrapped gift aside and leaned forward, pressing the back of her hand to his forehead. “What medication did they give you?” She looked into his eyes, he was acting so strange but he looked so normal. If pretty hazeling-brown eyes could be called ‘normal’. She dropped her hand, he felt fine too.

“Just a painkiller.” He said.

She rested back on her heels, but she didn’t return to her original spot on the rug.

Steve reached his hand up, the back of his (not injured) hand just grazing her cheek, she wondered if he could feel how warm she was. He dropped his hand, it felt like they had swapped places for a moment. Like since she had touched him, he needed to touch her. But he didn’t have the excuse she had, leaving her to think he just touched her because he wanted to.

Her gaze fell to his lips, she didn’t mean for it to, it just happened subconsciously. Steve shifted forward, closing whatever space was left between them. He nudged his nose against hers, almost like he was asking something. “Stev-”

She didn’t get to finish saying his name, which in hindsight was good because she wasn't even sure why she was saying it anyway. Steve lips softly brushed hers for a second and then he kissed her. For a second.

The sound of keys in the front door snapped them apart and in just a moment Steve was staring at his bandaged wrist in his lap like he'd been caught doing something wrong, and she was on her feet. She didn’t even remember standing up. Her family were home, and their timing had never been worse.

Baby, baby, Merry Christmas

There was gold and silver glitter on the floor, it was sticking to the bottom of her shoes and every single light or lamp in the house was turned on, but none of them were a match for the Christmas tree in the living room. She couldn’t have possibly put any more lights on it if she tried.

Just like most Christmas parties her family had each year, she was sitting by the window. Keeping it open just a little to smell the snow and feel the colder air on her face. She liked her spot. She liked how it kept her out of uncomfortable and awkward conversations with her family and friends.

The only change this year was that she was moping around a little. After what had happened just days ago with Steve she felt more distracted than she had ever been surrounded by biscuits and mistletoe. They had kissed. It was a short kiss and barely real enough to be something but she had made it into everything in her head.

She just kept thinking about him. His eyes and his hair and the way he looked at her and how his hand felt against her skin. Even last night, Christmas eve, she couldn’t let herself just forget about it for even a few hours. Her mind seemed to be playing tricks on her because she kept feeling it again and again.

She suddenly heard her name, kind of whisper-shouted behind her.

She turned around and found Steve standing just outside the house, with his hands in the pockets of his jacket and snow in his hair. She forgot about everything else for a split second. The cold blush on his face took precedence over her overthinking but just as she realised it, their kiss came back into her mind.

She tapped on the glass window and pointed left to the front door. He could come inside if he wanted. He had probably been invited again this year anyway. Her family liked him, and they knew about her crush on him to a certain extent. They probably weren’t aware that she was falling in love with the boy.

Steve shook his head. And then he motioned for her to come outside. So she did. This time around remembering to grab her coat. She buttoned it up and joined him in the snow, the noise of the party was muffed behind the closed door and from outside she almost strangely missed it.

“I’m sorry for dragging you out in the cold. Again.” He shook his head. “Fuck.” She didn’t mind, not really. He hadn’t dragged her anywhere, if she wanted to stay inside where it was warm, she would have. She kicked at the snow and then she immediately regretted it as it sneaked over the top of her boots. “I just really wanted to talk to you and if I went inside I thought I might have to be polite and talk to someone else and I don’t want to talk to anyone else, not right now at least.”

He was rambling slightly, but it was kind of cute.

“Steve.” She said his name so softly, she watched something flicker in his eyes. She had never noticed it before but it was there now, staring her in the face.

“Did you want to talk about what happened? Because the other night with the storm and, you know we fell asleep and then-” Now she was rambling. “The other day we kissed and then everyone came back and you left and I was too nervous to call you or see you but I’ve been moping about and-, please stop me.”

She needed him to say or do something quickly before she ran out of words to use.

Steve just smiled and crossed the space between them. She heard three continuous steps in the snow and then she felt warm hands on her cheeks, holding her face gently. His eyes didn’t leave hers for even a second as his thumbs smoothed back and forth over her skin. She could practically hear his heart pounding in his chest, or was that hers?

“You’ve been sad?” He asked, furrowing his brows in concern.

“No. Just distracted and dizzy and missing you.” Her eyes couldn’t help but fall to his lips. Staring at his mouth seemed to make it a lot harder for her to filter out her thoughts. But it was hard to care when she wanted to kiss him so badly it hurt. She guessed his dramatics were starting to rub off on her.

“I always miss you.” He muttered in a tone that should've been made illegal to use. “I’m probably going to miss you the second I leave tonight.”

She found her hands toying with the open end of his jacket, but he didn’t seem to mind. She wanted to pull him in even closer but she just couldn’t do it. “Then don’t leave.” She whispered, unaware why she was whispering.

“You want me to stay for a while?” She nodded her head as his hands slipped to her neck. “So we can talk about everything?” She nodded again. This was the moment Steve was supposed to step away from her and let her go before following her into the house, they could go somewhere quiet and talk, just the two of them. But he didn’t.

He leaned in, not waiting so long this time, and he kissed her. It wasn’t a quick brush or ‘barely a kiss’, it was more intentional than that. Steve was kissing her like he needed to kiss her, like if someone opened that door again from the otherside he wasn’t going to stop this time.

She felt his hands slightly digging into her neck, the soft thumping of his pulse against her own. “I think-I love you.” He muttered between kisses. She instantly pulled back, he looked different now, his lips were wet and more red then before, and his eyes were so much more brown then hazel right now. “I don’t know why I said ‘think’, I know I do.”

He rested his forehead against hers. She had hardly been given a second to think. In one week she had kissed Steve Harrington twice and now he was saying he loved her. And he wasn’t lying, he wasn’t messing around, he meant it. She opened her mouth to speak, her breath hitching in the cold. “I-god it’s cold-I love you too.”

“You’re cold?”

That’s what he was focusing on? She couldn’t believe he had just told her he loved her and she said it back and he was more worried about if she was cold or not. His hands squeezed her shoulder and then pulled at her white coat (her special coat) making sure it was buttoned up right.

“Yeah but, does that matter right now? I only said it because I can’t stop myself from talking around you.” He smiled slightly at her admission. He liked that she said stupid things around him. He liked that she got nervous and rambled and talked about the weather in between telling him she loved him.

But as much as he had dreamed about this, about kissing her; it was better in real life then in his head, in his head he couldn’t taste how sweet she was or feel how warm she was, he was more cornered that it was freezing out tonight.

“Of course it matters, if you get sick it’ll be my fault and then-”

She cut him off, reaching up to kiss him, hands tangled in his hair. He could tell her later how he would hate himself if he was the reason she got sick, he could spend hours on the subject and she would listen but right now she just wanted to kiss him. And since he kissed her back, he obviously didn't disagree with her.

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