double update! make sure you've read "in good company" before you read this one!
ELEVEN HAD DONE IT. They discovered this when everyone met at the Byers' house at the end of the night. Will was Mind-Flyer free, El closed the gate, and no one had died this time.
Eleven collapsed into Mike's arms the second they saw each other, making Ginny smile. Their love was cute and innocent, still. Not confusing, complicated.
Hopper had one of the guys at the station bring Steve's car to the Byers house. He wandered the nearly silent house, looking for Ginny. He found her on the couch, Lucas' head on one leg, Max's on the other, both of them fast asleep. He smiled when they met eyes.
"Come on," he said softly. "I'll take you home."
Ginny smiled gratefully, before they gently shook Lucas and Max awake. Steve helped Ginny to her feet, letting her lean on him like they did before.
Joyce, Jonathan, and Nancy met them at the door. Hopper was gone already, entrusting Joyce to look after El for the night. No telling how much paperwork he'd have waiting in his office tomorrow...
"Thank you all, so much," Joyce whispered, careful not to wake Will, Mike, Eleven, and Dustin, who had collapsed in a tired heap on the bed in Will's room. Joyce captured them all in a grateful hug as they headed out the door.
Nancy stood with Jonathan to the side, holding his hand. She smiled at Ginny and Steve at her side.
"C'mon," she said to Lucas and Max, ushering them out the door. She smiled at Nancy in return, and then to herself, as Steve helped her to his car.
They dropped Max off first, making sure she snuck back into her bedroom window. Lucas was asleep again by the time they reached the Sinclair household.
Ginny was scared to face her parents in the morning, looking like she did, but it was a problem for the morning.
Twisting in her seat, Ginny shook Lucas' leg gently waking him. He blinks himself sleepily back to consciousness. "Hey... We're home, Lucas." She patted his leg as he opened the door.
Steve stole glances at her the whole way home, and he was doing so now, too— watching as she urged her little brother inside. He expected to watch her fo the same, to look at him with that glittery smile and disappear inside after her brother, but she doesn't.
After Lucas gets out and runs up the steps, Ginny turns around to watch him, facing the dashboard as Lucas shut the front door to their house behind him.
A thick, tired silence enveloped them. Steve wondered how crazy they looked at the moment— him, with his face bruised and battered — her, hair a mess framing her cheeks, ankle shattered..
After the craziness of the last few days, it felt odd that the adventure was just... over, now. Ginny wasn't sad that it was over, per say. She was more so scared, that things would be normal again, that she and Steve would return to acquaintances.
She didn't want that.
She really didn't want that.
"Hey, Steve?" she said abruptly.
"Yeah—?"
Just as Steve turns his head to look at her, Ginny slides a hand along his bruised jaw and kissed him. It was less-than-graceful, hard and very sudden— in fact, so sudden that Steve flinched and their teeth clashed.
Ginny didn't stop kissing him, and thank God for that. Once the ciruits in Steve's brain started working again, he furrowed his brow into the kiss, melting against her.
It was everything they'd longed for these last few days—gentle, soft, but still fiery, passionate, needy.
She pulled off of him a moment later, smiling gently. "That was for saving my little brother from that asshole."
Steve, with his lips still pursed and eyebrows still furrowed, opened his eyes to find her dark ones gleaming back at him.
He couldn't press their lips together again fast enough. They fit together like they belonged that way, and at least then, Ginny felt like they did.
Steve's hands slipped around her body, pulling her as close as she can be with the console between them. Ginny breathed softly against his lips, a soft noise escaping her when her ribs pressed into the plastic.
Steve disconnected from her in a breathless haze, his hands sliding to her hair, god her hair, her hair. Even with all the sweat and slime and dirt, she still smelled like strawberries or mangoes or something like that, something so enticing that Steve couldn't help but kiss her again and again until she pulled back and whispered into his mouth.
"You and me, date tomorrow night?"
She didn't wait for an answer, sweeping him into another dizzying kiss. Steve followed her, blindly, desperately. He hadn't realized how bad he wanted to do this until now.
Steve nodded into their kiss, his heart racing. He pulled back slightly, frowning. "Wait, my mom's having people over tomorrow."
He kissed her again and she hummed against him. "After that, then." Her fingers slid into his hair, tugging gently.
Steve tried not to moan, he didn't want to scare her away. "Okay, yeah, definitely..."
Grunting, he wrapped his hands around her waist and tugged over the console and into his lap. The steering wheel pressed deliciously into her back, much like his hands, which made their way to her hips instinctively.
Making out with Steve Harrington was as great as it sounded; he definitely knew what to do with his mouth. It was a grand relief, a weight off her shoulders, to know that he felt the same way, and that he'd been thinking about this too. Because Steve's moves were impressive, rehearsed, but fizzing with adrenaline.
He kisses her hastily, needy. His hands grasp her hips, hers slipping around the back of his neck. Ginny's heart races against his, her back arched into his chest because of their position.
"Go to prom with me," Steve whispered, his voice low and hoarse.
Ginny faltered when he found the sweet spot under her ear. Her eyelids fluttered, and she's not sure she heard him right. "What?" she breathed into the air.
"Prom?" He kisses her firmly.
Ginny pulled away from him, leaving his lips to chase her. She didn't understand. "Prom? You want me at your prom? As a date?"
Steve frowned gently, reaching to tuck a wispy stray curl behind her ear, thumb tracing her cheekbones. "Ginny... I want you everywhere."
Heart nearly exploding from her chest, she stared down at him with glittery eyes. She cupped his cheeks gently, kissing him again. Each touch of their lips was electricity, fire, flowing through her veins, each one as heart-thudding as the last.
His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer and closer. Each time they parted for breath, he muttered a new sentence fragment. "Lets—" Kiss. "—get—" Kiss. "married."
Ginny laughed at that, knowing they were just love drunk off of each other, and he didn't mean it.
Steve chuckled too as she sat back on his lap, legs still straddling him. "Moving a little fast there, Harrington," she teased, wiping a smudge of her lip balm off of his cheek. "At least take me to dinner first."
Steve smiled up at her, his eyes shining with adoration. "Tomorrow, then?"
Nodding, she pulled him into a kiss again, her fingers running through his hair messily, their lips molding together desperately. Ginny's breath was stolen with each movement against him, Steve's soft voice prying at her ears with each part of his lips.
He sild his hands down her back, thumbs catching in the pockets of her jeans, shamelessly palming her ass now. Steve had moves, moves that sent shivers up her spine, that arched her back further into his chest.
Delving into his kiss, Ginny tried to push herself closer to him, because it was never close enough— but pain shot up her right leg when she tried, forcing out a wince onto Steve's lips.
Pulling back instantly, Steve peered at her with a concerned frown. "You okay?"
To be honest, she had forgotten about her likely broken ankle until now, Steve's kiss like morphine.
She nodded nonetheless, though with the ambiance of their makeout session fading, the pain in her leg returned. "I think so."
Steve lifted her just slightly, to peer around at her ankle. It was pretty bruised and swollen looking. "Probably should've taken you to the hospital..." he muttered, worried.
Ginny took his face in her hands, guiding him to look at her face again. His concern was adorable and warmed her insides, but she really just wanted to kiss him right now.
"It's okay," she said, messing with his hair. Ginny is the only person in the world he'd let do that. "I'll fake a fall down the stairs, get Mom to take me in the morning."
Nodding and running his fingers over the seams of her pockets, Steve glanced at the front door. "You need help getting in?"
A sly smile sliding onto her lips, Ginny curled her fingers into his hair, running her nails across his scalp gently.
Steve liked that. Steve really liked that.
"I could stay out here a little longer?" she suggested.
Love-drunk and exhausted, Steve whined and connected their lips again, indulging in the warmth of her mouth, of her lips, her hair, her body. He was obsessed with all of it, all of her.
"Fuck, Ginny..." he breathed into the air, eyes shut, as her lips trailed gently along his bruised jaw, down his neck. "Ginny, God—"
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
Steve's eyes shot open, Ginny springing away from him when a hand rapped on the window.
They looked out to see Lucas standing outside Steve's car with his arms crossed in a very fatherly manner, wearing the largest scowl she's ever seen on him.
His glare, sharp as knives, was trained on Steve. "Hands where I can see them, Harrington!" he demanded, his voice muffled by the glass.
Ginny scoffed, looking angrily at her brother, as Steve lifted his hands off her body instantly, remembering the last time Lucas heard he touched Ginny's ass, and how that ended for Steve.
"Go away, Lucas—"
"No! Get your ass inside—"
"—I'll kill you! Go away—
"—get off of him! Disgusting—"
"—go away, go away, go away—"
Steve chuckled lightly at their arguing. Even after a night where they were beaten up for each other, almost died, they still argued like brothers and sisters are supposed to.
Steve had never really thought about having a brother, but he'd often wished he wasn't alone when his parents left town for work most weekends. It might have been nice to have a real family, like they did.
He was perfectly content to watch them argue all night, but Lucas kept pulling on the handle of the car, trying to open it and yank his sister out. And Ginny was afraid he might break it, so she yelled, "Okay, okay! Just— give me a second!"
Rolling her eyes and groaning, she turned back to Steve. An easy smile appeared on her lips, like the argument with her brother never happened. "I'll see you tomorrow?"
Steve nodded, maybe a little too eagerly. But she kissed him anyway, drawing a disgusted cry from Lucas outside.
Ginny pulled away and smiled fondly at him, before opening the door hard enough to hit Lucas. "Help me, asshole," she spat at him.
Lucas slid an arm under her shoulders to help her out, glaring at Steve the whole time. Ginny turned to smile at him one last time, before Lucas dragged her inside.
"Bye, Steve." She said softly.
Steve, half still too shell-shocked that he'd made out with Ginny Sinclair just now, waved numbly. "Bye, Ginny."
"Bye, Ste—"
"You already said goodbye!" Lucas cried, dragging her along.
Steve smiled, watching her them spit at each other angry insults and hobble to the front door.
Again, I Want To Know What Love Is played on repeat in his head, and he grinned, unable to take his eyes off her as she disappeared into her house.
He couldn't wait to tell Dustin.
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ONE MONTH LATER
LUCAS REFUSED TO LET GINNY DRIVE HIM TO THE SNOW BALL.
Actually, she couldn't drive him, because of the thick plaster cast on her ankle, but she offered to let him ride with her, Steve, and Dustin.
But Lucas knew she would still tease him, even in front of her boyfriend, so he screamed until she stopped asking.
So, Ginny wasn't taking him to the dance, but that didn't stop her from teasing him still. She and Erica watched from the door as he talked to himself in the mirror.
"We should, you know, get out there, like... do our thing... Stop." He shook his head, practicing how to ask a girl (presumably Max) to dance. He shook his head and tried again. Erica and Ginny snickered quietly with each other.
"I loove this song." He awkwardly pointed at himself in the mirror. "Y-you?"
"Yeah, I love it," Erica chimed sweetly.
Lucas whipped around.
Ginny made an overexaggerated kissy face and noises. "But not as much as I love you, Luuuukeyyyy."
"Get out of my room!" Lucas cried, going to slam the door on them. Ginny and Erica fell into a fit of laughter, when suddenly, the doorbell rang.
"Ginny! Steve's here!" her mother called up the stairs.
Erica wiggled her eyebrows. "What are you and Steve going to do? Make out?"
Ginny pulled a face, starting off towards the stairs. "How do you even know what making out is?"
"I watch movies."
Rolling her eyes, Ginny handed the girl her crutches. "Okay, shut up and help me down the stairs."
Erica rolled her eyes and held her arm as she hobbled down. Their mother waited in the foyer with their father, smiling brightly at the boy standing by the door.
Ginny's eyes lit up when she saw Steve in his red sweater and jeans, his hair styled perfectly how she liked it. He smiled, too, when he saw her. "Ginny."
"Hey," she said, taking her crutches from Erica on the bottom step. She looked at her parents. "I'll be back later—"
"Oh, but what about dinner?" her mother said, peering at Steve. "We'd love to finally get to know you, Steve."
Steve froze, unsure of what to say. That was something Ginny had learned over the last few weeks of dating him— he was terrified when it came to parents. He hadn't officially met or sat down with Ginny's parents for this reason.
"What about tonight?" Mrs. Sinclair asked, looking between them.
Erica hopped in front of them. "Ginny said they weren't doing nothing, so they're free," she grinned slyly.
That was not true. Ginny told Erica she and Steve were going to hang out and do nothing, but really, they were going to Skull Rock to kiss each other's brains out.
They couldn't really tell her mother that, so...
"Great!" said Mrs. Sinclair, smiling widely. "Dinner, then."
Steve looked like he short-circuited, so Ginny took his head and just nodded, before he could start opening and closing his mouth like a fish. "Um.. Sure, Mom. We'll be there, but we've gotta do something, first." She glared at Erica, who smiled evilly, and pulled Steve towards the door. "C'mon Steve..."
In the car, on the ride to Dustin's, Steve was freaking out. Ginny tried to calm him.
"OH MY GOD—"
"Steve, it's okay—"
"I was not prepared to have dinner with your parents tonight, Ginny!" he cried, gripping the steering wheel. "I'm gonna fuck it up—"
"My parents will love you, I promise!"
"I'm horrible with parents, horrible!"
She touched his hand, saying gently, "My mom already loves you, and my dad..." Steve's eyes widened and she laughed. "He'll come around! He doesn't like any boys I date at first, but you're— you're different—"
"DIFFERENT? I'M DIFFERENT?"
"It's a good different!" she cried over his freaked out yell. She squeezed his hand. "My dad will come around... It's Erica we need to worry about."
Steve raised an eyebrow. "Your sister? What?"
Ginny bit her lip, nodding, as they pulled up to Dustin's house. "She's evil. She'll do anything she can to mess with me or Lucas— I mean, we do the same thing, but... She'll try to embarrass me and by association... you..."
Steve looked mortified, so Ginny brushed it off with a laugh. "It's fine, just... Don't let her get to you. My parents will love you."
Practically whimpering, Steve put the car in park. "I mean... Why couldn't we have just said another time? I need a few days to mentally prepare—"
"And what, tell them we were planning on making out at Skull Rock and then having sex in your car?" she asked, throwing her arms up.
Steve unbuckled his seatbelt and stared at her. "We were gonna have sex in my car?"
Ginny shrugged. "Weren't we?"
Steve took a deep breath.
"DAMN IT! We were going to have sex, and now we're having dinner with your parents?!"
Ginny couldn't help but laugh at his dramatics. She shook her head, laughing. "Well— I guess so—"
"Fuck!" he said, covering his face with his hands. Ginny knew he was hiding a smile because he finally realized how silly he was being.
When he looked at her finally, she knew she was right as a pretty grin sat on his lips. "All right, I'm gonna get Henderson, we're gonna drop him off, then get dinner with your parents, okay?" he said, chuckling.
Ginny nodded and he got out of the car to ring the Henderson's doorbell.
A few minutes later, they pulled up to the drop off spot for the Snow Ball at Hawkins Middle School. They smiled encouragingly at Dustin.
"All right, so remember... Once you get in there..."
"Pretend like I don't care," Dustin finished Steve's sentence.
Steve nodded. "You don't care."
"I don't care."
"There you go, you're learning, my friend, you're learning."
Ginny giggled at their slight banter, smiling fondly at her boyfriend.
Dustin breathed a sigh and leaned between them, reaching for the mirror, bringing it down so he could look at himself. "Not caring" wasn't the only advice Dustin took from Steve; the car reeked of Farrah Fawecett hairspray.
"Come on, you look great, okay?" Steve said, taking the mirror from him. "You look great."
"You're adorable, Dusty," Ginny told him, smiling. He had tried to style is hair somewhat like Steve's, but with a lot of curl.
Dustin sighed, looking at his lap, as Steve continued to encourage him. "Now, you're gonna go in there—"
"Yeah."
"— look like a million bucks —"
"Yeah!"
"— and you're gonna slay 'em dead," Steve finished, swiping his hand.
Dustin nodded. "Like a lion." He then purred, making Steve cringe just a little.
"Don't do that, okay?"
Dustin nodded. "Okay."
Ginny smiled, as they clasped hands. "Good luck," Steve told him.
Dustin nodded, trying to seem confident.
"And have fun!" Ginny said, grinning. "Make fun of Lucas for me."
"Copy that," Dustin nodded, opening the door and climbing out. He leaned in one last time, just to gesture between them and say, "I called this, by the way."
Steve rolled his eyes playfully. "Sure you did—"
"No, seriously, I did. On the train tracks, with the meat, I was all like 'Hm, they look good together' and guess what, I was right!"
"Get outta here, go!" Ginny said, waving him off. Dustin giggled and closed the door, heading into the building.
Ginny smiled after him, shaking her head. "That kid... He's gonna break hearts someday."
Steve smiled, watching her. The last month had been pure bliss— dinner dates, basketball games, kissing under the bleachers. He'd never been with anyone so amazing as Virginia Sinclair, and thanked the universe everyday that Ginny found him on Tina's front steps that night.
"Hey, Gin..." He said catching her attention again as they drove off.
"Yeah?" she asked, her gleaming eyes meeting his in the semi-darkness of the streetlights.
"New pact," he said, extending his pinky finger. Ginny raised her eyebrows, and he continued, "Don't break my heart, Sinclair. I won't break yours."
Ginny grinned and hooked her finger around his.
"Deal, Harrington."
a/n:
END O' SEASON TWO ! a chapter of pure ginny steve fluff and make out scenes lol
I wanted to give steve and ginny their own moment away from the chaos and I love Lucas he would be so protective of his sisters when it comes to boys
now onto season 3, which I have finished already and i'm so freaking excited to write season 4. AHHH