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Stevie steps out of the bathroom in her pajamas- a pair of old gym shorts and a T-shirt that's so worn you can't even see the graphic on it anymore. Despite the fact that Dusty has seen her like this so many times she still feels a bit raw about the whole thing. This is the first real night they're going to get to spend together as a couple since they'd gotten together right before Dusty had left for college again and had been forced to make long distance work. But now she's on summer break, and Stevie suspects that Dusty is going to start wanting more, whatever that means to her.
She doesn't really know how dating a girl works. It's not the same as one of the many guys she's dating, because Dusty is her best friend as well as her girlfriend, so she's seen Stevie bloody and bruised and concussed and higher than a kite in a mall bathroom and-
And she could go on for hours, about every side of her that Dusty had seen that her previous boyfriends had missed, and yet Dusty still wanted her. The thought makes her feel particularly mushy, and she thinks about Dusty coming to her door and confessing her feelings. She had practically begged Stevie not to hate her if she didn't feel the same, as if it was possible for Stevie to do anything but utterly adore her.
It takes her a moment to realize that she's just been standing awkwardly in front of the bathroom door. She shakes herself a little to try to focus before she walks into her room. Dusty is sprawled on her bed like it's her own, having carved out a comfortable place for herself in Stevie's room. It wasn't much of a surprise because Dusty had always made herself as comfortable as possible in Stevie's life no matter where they were. She'd probably ask to crawl inside of Steve's ribcage if that was an option (and Stevie would've gladly let her if it meant keeping Dusty close to her heart).
Dusty rolls onto her back, pulling her face out of Stevie's pillow to look at her. Stevie almost wants to shy away, and that instinctual need to hide herself and her body makes her want to curl up in a hole somewhere because this is her girlfriend who she's been through hell with and if Stevie entrusts her body to anyone she wants it to be Dusty. She doesn't know how to say that, so she goes and she sits down on the edge of the bed and feels the mattress dip beneath her as Dusty sits up and swings her legs over the side. She leans up against Stevie and Stevie moves to bury her head in Dusty's hair, inhaling the familiar scent of her. She avoids heavily scented perfumes- something about not confirming to the patriarchy- and so it's just faint shampoo and something else that Stevie can't quite pinpoint. It's comforting, because it's Dusty.
“You look really good right now, by the way.” Dusty murmurs from where she's buried her face in Stevie's tits, ever the opportunist.
“Really? Right now? My hair's such a mess!” Stevie sighs in exasperation as Dusty pulls away, looking at her carefully. Stevie gets that urge to hide again, feels old insecurities bubbling back up just under the surface of the warm glow she's feeling just by being around Dusty again, but her thoughts are interrupted.
“Yeah, so? You always look good. I mean, your thighs look amazing in those shorts, and I'm pretty sure I could write a ballad about you if you wanted me too.” Dusty says, grinning playfully. She's never been one to do things halfheartedly, but it still surprises Stevie how open she is with her affection.
"My thighs? You're just being nice. My mom always said they looked too big, I know this pair of shorts isn't really flattering.” Stevie knew she wasn't supposed to say things like that. Being around Dusty had helped teach her to love herself more, but she couldn't help but feel hyper aware of her flaws right now.
“Your mom's a fucking idiot, you know that? She told you that doing sports was manly, and even if I don't care much about sports I know that's not true. And, even besides that, you're the most beautiful person I've ever met. You're kind, and sweet, and smarter than people give you credit for, and you've got perfect hair and legs for days and every time I see you I think ‘wow, how'd I pull that?’” Dusty grabs Stevie's shoulders and shakes her lightly, until Stevie laughs and pushes her away.
“I think I'm luckier than you are. You're probably the smartest person in the world, and you wanted to date me, of all people.” Stevie laughs again before leaning forward to press a kiss onto Dusty's forehead, wishing she could pour every ounce of affection she had into it.
“Yeah, I'm definitely a catch.” Dusty puffed her chest out, and Stevie rolled her eyes. She didn't know if she'd ever met anyone with a bigger ego before. Not that she minded. She liked confidence. “I am, after all, exactly your type.” Dusty added, grinning up at her.
“Mhm, yeah, sure you are sweetheart.” Stevie did her best customer service voice, thoroughly pleased by Dusty's offended gasp. It might've been true, but Dusty didn't need to know that. She needed her ego knocked down a few pegs, if you asked Stevie.
“What! I am! You like intelligence and you like people who are maybe a little bit dorky- I mean, come on! I'm better than everyone else you've dated, though, and I can prove it.” Dusty finished her little tirade, looking slightly annoyed that Stevie still had on her placating smile.
“And how are you gonna do that?” Stevie teased, poking Dusty in the side to watch her squirm away.
“I'm gonna-” Dusty paused for a moment, her face scrunched up in the way it always got when she was trying to problem solve. “I'm gonna eat you out!”
Stevie blinked. Dusty blinked.
She could feel her face getting hot. They hadn't had sex yet and the closest they'd gotten was a very heated make out when they'd first gotten back to Stevie's place. She was sure she was bright red but she'd been silently staring for too long and Dusty was starting to get nervous about it. Stevie could tell by the furrow in her brow and the way she sat a little straighter. She always did it to make herself seem more confident when she wasn't.
“...or not! We can just lay in bed, if you want. You don't have to do anything you don't want to, ever. Just, y'know, tell me?” Dusty scooted away from Stevie a little as she spoke, and Stevie silently cursed herself for taking too long to respond.
“No! No. Dusty, I would, uhm, I would like that.” She looked at the ceiling, not sure if she could take the eye contact. “It's just that I've, well, no one's ever done that to me before.” It felt embarrassing to admit, and Stevie felt wildly out of her depth. She was so used to being the experienced one when it came to Dusty and she didn't know what to do. The idea of Dusty doing that to her made her feel hot all over.
“Really? No one? None of your boyfriends have ever?” Dusty blinked, and she was utterly bewildered at the idea that anyone could sleep with Stevie and not want to do that. “You have to let me, Stevie, I promise I'm good at it! You'll love it so much, you gotta let me do it!” Dusty whined, suddenly pressing herself up against Stevie's side again, eager as ever. Stevie rubbed her thighs together absentmindedly. Dusty whining and pleading to eat Stevie out was definitely doing it for her, confused as she may be.
“yeah, alright. But you're going to have to tell me what I'm supposed to do.” Stevie felt kind of awkward saying it, but the idea of Dusty bossing her around was also maybe doing it for her.
Get a grip, Harrington
“Yeah? You want me to tell you what to do? I can totally do that.” Dusty pressed a kiss against Stevie’s jaw as she tilted it up to give her better access. Stevie could feel her fingers edging along the band of her shorts. “Can you get your shorts off for me?” Dusty said against Stevie’s skin, tugging at them again.
Stevie was somewhat at a loss for words, so she took a breath and nodded, lifting her hips off the bed to slide her shorts and underwear off. Dusty let out a breathy groan at the wet spot in them and Stevie tried not to feel embarrassed.
“I’m gonna treat you so good, baby. Here, you're going to sit on my face.” Dusty scrambled to the middle of the bed, getting on her back. “Cmere.” She gestured for Stevie to follow, and despite her hesitance she listened.
She got herself positioned over Dusty's face, looking down at her as she hovered awkwardly. “Are you sure that this is how you want me? What if you can't breathe?” She worried her lip between her teeth, running a hand through Dusty's hair.
“Then I'll die a warrior's death. Sit.” When Stevie hesitated again, Dusty let out a frustrated huff and tugged her down with her hands on Stevie's hips until she was fully seated on Dusty's face. For her part, Dusty got right to work, licking Stevie's clit with an amount of determination that was usually reserved for monster hunting or very important science projects.
Stevie lasted about two seconds before the pleasure started getting to her. She couldn't stop the whine that she let out as Dusty sucked on her clit, such a novel sensation compared to what had been done to her by boyfriends or her own hands. Her hands tugged at Dusty’s hair as she moved her tongue to focus on Steve's hole, and Stevie was suddenly desperate to show Dusty how much she was enjoying this because it didn’t feel right to be the only one getting off right now.
She'd always been the one expected to pleasure her boyfriends, after all, and she really wanted Dusty to feel good, suddenly desperately needing to show her appreciation before she gave up on thinking straight (thinking gay?)
She leaned back awkwardly, grateful for the height difference as she fumbled blindly behind her for the tie on Dusty's pants. “Off, Dus’ I want these off!” She panted, somehow managing to form words despite the fact that her brain was melting out of her ears. When Dusty didn't respond, too distracted by her task, Stevie lifted herself off of her and tugged on her hair again, which got her attention.
“Hmm?” Dusty looked a little bit drunk, pupils blown wide and her mouth and chin wet with spit and other fluids. She stared up at Stevie for a moment before seeming to get the memo and lifting her own hips off the bed to slide her pajama pants off. Dusty kicked them off before trying to tug Stevie back onto her, and for a moment Stevie completely forgot what she was doing, her vision going a little blurry as she melted into the feeling of Dusty tonguing at her.
She leaned back, and the position was awkward but she managed to get a hand down to Dusty's pussy. She was delighted to find that Dusty was as turned on about this as she was, and she dipped her middle finger in the slick and used it to help smooth her movements as she rubbed at Dusty's clit.
Try as she might, she couldn't keep it up for very long. It took more focus than she could manage right now, and after less time then she'd like to admit Dusty grabbed Steve's hand and moved it back to her hair, replacing it with one of her own.
“Dust, I feel really weird. fuck, Dusty,” she babbled mindlessly as Dusty refused to let up, and it was like something in her snapped. Her hips jerked wildly as she let out a string of curses, pulling Dusty's hair as she orgasmed.
After some time she slumped down, and she wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of her life in this warm floating feeling. She expected Dusty to stop, to tell her to get off, but she just kept going, and it was very quickly becoming too much too fast. “dust, cmon, too much,” she whined helplessly as Dusty held her hips down, keeping them pinned against her face. Stevie could've gotten away if she really wanted too, she was stronger than Dusty and there was only one hand holding her down right now, but she didn't think she really wanted to. The thought barely even crossed her mind.
She continued to moan and whine until Dusty finally let up, patting her leg to tell her to get off. Stevie rolled off her and collapsed into the bed, already half asleep. She kept herself awake only because she didn't want to fall asleep while wet and sticky.
“Mh..what was that?” Stevie mumbled.
Dusty wiped her mouth off on her shirt, looking at her like she was something precious. “What was what?”
“Y'know, the…” Stevie gesture helplessly with her hands. “the, uh,” she squinted. She wasn't very well spoken even when she wasn't half asleep. “Rubber band feeling.”
“I have no idea what you're talking about.” Dusty snorted in amusement and stood up, leaving for a second before coming back with a warm rag. She spread Stevie's legs again, wiping off as much fluid as she could before tossing it over to the laundry bin.
“That thing. Like, all the tension or whatever and then it broke and it felt really good?” The description didn't really make sense. She just hoped that Dusty would get the point.
“Stevie, are you describing an orgasm? Have you never came before??” Dusty was both shocked, delighted, and appalled.
“That's what that was? I thought I couldn't do that. I always just faked it when I was with my boyfriends.” Stevie felt kind of embarrassed, but also a little proud. Her favorite person in the whole world was the first person to get her to do that. Wasn't that beautiful?
“youre telling me that Stevie Harrington, Queen of hawkins, came for the first time thanks to me?” Dusty grinned at her. “It's good to know that every man in Hawkins is an absolute chump and that I was right not to waste my time on them.” Dusty wrapped an arm around Stevie, cuddling up against her.
“Yeah. They were chumps, weren't they?” Stevie laughed, light and happy. Dusty was warm against her, and she felt more relaxed than she had in a long time. It was nice. She didn't try to fight it when she finally drifted into sleep, curled up with her girlfriend.