[nancy barely even registers what she herself is saying until it's out of her mouth in a half-plea, and she flushes when she realizes. she cuts herself off by leaning up and kissing him like they'd never been interrupted in the driveway.]
[nancy leans her torso away steve just enough so that she can push the front of his sweater up. her fingers graze bare skin, and then she laughs into the kiss.]
[Not that she was innocent in the matter and now that they're all alone again, his own hand drops to gently slip up her blouse. Fingers lightly smoothing over her abdomen.]
And you always fit so perfectly in my mouth so I helped myself.
[nancy hesitates when her legs hit the bed, before she hesitates and just hugs steve fiercely for a moment. she tucks her face into his throat, simply breathing in his scent while she holds him. shit, she has it bad.]
[she's in the same boat. it feels like cheating, almost, to have him over, to have him close without the active threat of an apocalypse breathing down their throats, but what could be done about it?
nancy lingers there a bit, soothed by the feeling of his arms, before she finally takes a bracing breath and gently bites his neck.]
[They're allowed to have a tender moment, right? One that isn't ruined by terrifying creatures or the end of the world. They deserve it at least.
Steve makes a soft noise at the bite, hips bucking a bit forward in response. She knows his neck had always been a major week spot and it isn't a secret that he loves when she isn't afraid to be just a little rough because who would have expected Nancy Wheeler to be so?]
[she does feel safe, which - well, it's not a feeling that's been easy to come by of late. nancy lingers there for just a little longer, then finally leans up to kiss him again, half in apology for the distraction.]
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[nancy barely even registers what she herself is saying until it's out of her mouth in a half-plea, and she flushes when she realizes. she cuts herself off by leaning up and kissing him like they'd never been interrupted in the driveway.]
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I'm not going to too.
[He promises through heated and breathless kisses.]
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I can't believe what you did in the theater.
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He laughs softly against her mouth.]
Sorry?
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You are not.
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[Not that she was innocent in the matter and now that they're all alone again, his own hand drops to gently slip up her blouse. Fingers lightly smoothing over her abdomen.]
And you always fit so perfectly in my mouth so I helped myself.
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Yeah. [murmured amusement.] I think I could tell you were enjoying it, actually.
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[He keeps his hand along her stomach debating if he should deep low or high. Both delicious options.]
So did you.
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Yeah. Wished the movie was longer, actually.
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Me too.
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He's missed her. Not just sexually but just her.]
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nancy lingers there a bit, soothed by the feeling of his arms, before she finally takes a bracing breath and gently bites his neck.]
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Steve makes a soft noise at the bite, hips bucking a bit forward in response. She knows his neck had always been a major week spot and it isn't a secret that he loves when she isn't afraid to be just a little rough because who would have expected Nancy Wheeler to be so?]
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I'm here with you now. Just you, Steve.
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Safe. ]
I'm here with you too, Nance.
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[her voice is soft, but pressing. she's worried she'll end up getting too emotional if she doesn't part from this embrace soon.]
I thought you were gonna take me to bed.
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[Personally he could kiss her all night if she allowed him to do so.]
Think you can keep it down?
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[but she shoots him an amused look then, before resting her forehead against his shoulder.]
You know I can be quiet.
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[He challenges her look with one of his own. Eyebrow raised in amusement.]
You also get pretty damm vocal.
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Not when my parents are asleep in the house.
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That my warning to not get carried away?
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[but her hand will begin worming back up his sweater.]
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