SATELLITE [STEVE HARRINGTON]

man! i feel like a woman! - sleepover

"the best thing about being a woman, is the prerogative to have a little fun"

man! i feel like a woman!; shania twain

｡･:*:･ﾟ★ ｡･:*:･ﾟ
i'm not in love with this... but it's fun i guess. lil cringe.

"I ALREADY TOLD HER, I'M NOT WATCHING ANY SCARY MOVIES," STEVE SAID, SHAKING HIS HEAD STERNLY. "All she does is laugh at me, and I'm not standing for it anymore!"

Ginny laughed quietly to herself, as they got out of Steve's car in her driveway. "It's her job to make fun of you," she reminded him. "It's Robin. That's how she shows affection."

Steve made a noise, slamming his door shut. "I'm sick of it. Affection? Hey, a hug might be nice..."

Pulling her keys from her pocket, Ginny trailed up the steps ahead of him. "Well, I promise you there will be no Cujo tonight," she teased, pinching her house key between two fingers and turning to smile at him.

"You can't promise that. You'd never see him coming."

She snorted. "It's really hard not to make fun of you when I know for a fact that you're also scared of that little monkey-lizard thing that sits with Jabba the Hut..."

Steve's eyes widened, as he remembered Salacious B. Crumb from Star Wars, the one character he remembered from the time Dustin forced him to watch. "Don't joke about him."

Ginny cackled, unable to continue locking the door because of her laughter.

Steve pouted, pulling on the belt loop of her jeans, rolling his eyes. "Okay, okay... Jeez, you're just like Robin."

Ginny turned her body to face him, her back to the front door now. "Oh, I'm just like Robin? Because Robin would have left you the second you cried at E.T."

"He finally got to go home!" he whined, feeling teary just thinking about it. "It's all he ever wanted—"

"See!" Ginny laughed.

Steve gave her belt loops another harsh tug, pulling her closer. "Fine, fine whatever... I guess you aren't exactly like Robin." A devious look flashed across his face, one Ginny knew well, and he leaned closer to her. "Robin would never kiss me."

"Does that mean I'm supposed to kiss you?" she asked, faking obliviousness. She slid her arms over his shoulders, playing with the darker hair at the back of his head.

Steve shrugged. "Duh. Reverse psychology, babe."

Ginny laughed, just a gentle puff of air across his lips, which were dangerously close to her own now. The tip of his nose brushed hers, and she hummed. He could feel the vibrations on his mouth. "Mm-hmm... Well, at least make me dinner first, Harrington."

Steve was drawn into her life a magnet, hands still toying with her belt loops and the seams of her pockets, pressing her hips towards the door.

"I can make you dinner," he said lowly. "Whatever you want— I can make you dinner so hard..."

That caused a laugh to bubble from her lips, and the moment of heated intimacy passed. Steve didn't mind, because that laugh was his favorite sound— and because she pressed a quick kiss to his lips as reparation for breaking the moment.

"I'm going to take you up on that offer," she said, turning around to unlock the door the rest of the way.

He was close behind her as they walked in, starting to say something about making dinner when she stopped, frowning into the living room.