HATING GAME | steve harrington
+ steve harrington x henderson!reader
summary: it's already something definite that you hate steve harrington and steve harrington hates you. but when dustin accidentally discovered a russian code you and steve were forced to work together
warnings: a lot of swearing + dustin being a dad
word count: 5.2k
a/n: this is total enemies to lovers and is inspired by the book the hating game | masterlist here.
Y/F/I = your favorite ice cream flavor | I/F/H = the ice cream flavor you hate
THERE IS A THEORY: hating and loving someone are strangely similar. Love and hate are visceral. Just thinking about that person makes your stomach turn. In the chest, the heart beats fast. Your appetite and sleep are compromised. Every time that person appears in front of you you feel the air leave your lungs, the environment gets smaller and warmer.
Love and hate are scattered versions of the same game - and you have to win.
That's how you felt about Steve Harrington and that's how Steve Harrington felt about you.
Ever since last year, when you had to live with Steve briefly because Dustin had lost his gooey bug Dart, caused a demogorgon disaster and that weird shit, you've been more angry than anything.
You didn't have a complete reason to hate Steve. Maybe you hated him because he's just an idiot. Or maybe because he talked a lot of shit to Jonathan. The point is: who cares? You hate him just as he hates you.
Right now, you're focused on the big reflection in front of the Scoops Ahoy cashier. You lift your hand, smooth your hair, and smooth your clothes.
On the other side of the ice cream shop, Steve rolls his eyes as he puts the ice cream in a cone for the customer in front of him.
You wish could say Steve is ugly. Steve should have a hunchback, dirty teeth and sweat that reeks of onions. But he is not like that. He is the exact opposite.
When you get in line at the ice cream shop, ready to get your ice cream and start your hate game with Steve.
“What is it, Y/N? Want your favorite flavor? I/F/H?”
Everyone knows you hate this flavor. You get to clench your jaw and saw your teeth.
"No." You let a gust of the equivalent of half a liter of cooking gas escape your lungs. “I want Y/F/I, Harrington.”
He takes the ice cream as gently and slowly as possible without breaking eye contact with you.
Did you happen to notice that he now had a plaque on his uniform stating his name: “Steve.”
“Now you have a license plate, hmm?” You tease.
"You pay too much attention on me, shortcake."
"Stop calling me shortcake or i’ll report you to your boss for teasing a customer."
"That's not against the rules, Y/N."
The only thing that is always capable of ruining the games between you and Steve is your brother, Dustin. Just like he's interrupting you right now.
“Steve! Y/N!” He yells as he walks into the ice cream shop. “I need to talk to you two. Urgently.”
“What is it now, Henderson?” Steve complains as he walks into the back room of the ice cream shop with you.
"Well, last night I was trying to get in touch with Suzie and-"
“Your fake girlfriend?” You tease.
“Y/N!” Dustin rolls his eyes before continuing: “And i intercepted a secret communication from the Russians.”
"YOU WHAT?" You scream - maybe too loud.
“Wait, and what does that mean?” Steve asks.
“It means, Steve, that we can be heroes. Great American heroes.” Your brother responds.
"No! It means, Steve, that you're not going to do anything! Because we're talking about Russians! Fucking Russians!” You say.
“American Heroes.” Steve continues, seeming to totally ignore what you just said.
“Just think, you can get all the girls you want and more.”
“Always about the girls.” You whisper to yourself as you throw your hands up.
"Well, we just have to figure out the audio." Dustin says and plays the Russian audio.
"I will not do it. And neither do you.” You scold.
"Come on, shortcake, stop being boring just once in your life."
Now, you, Steve and Dustin were almost 2 hours trying to figure out what the damn audio was talking about. So far the only progress you guys had made was finding some vague lyrics and translations. Just it.
"So what do you guys think?"
"Sounds familiar..." Steve says as he paces around munching on the tenth banana of the day.
“What sounds familiar, Harrington?” You ask tired.
"The music. The music there at the end.” He responds by licking his fingers.
“Why are you listening to the song, Steve? It's to listen to Russian. We are translating Russian!” Your brother almost scream.
"I'm trying to listen to Russian, but there's this song-"
"Enough. My shift is over.” Robin, a girl who worked at the ice cream shop along with Steve enters the room. "Hey! My frame. It was important.”
“I assure you that what we are doing is much more important.” Dustin assures.
“Yeah? And how do you know what the Russians are up to, huh?”
“How does she know about the Russians?” Dustin whispers with a look of amazement at you. “Did you tell her, Steve?” Dustin says turning to the brunette next to you.
"No! I didn-"
"Hello? I can hear you. In fact, I can hear absolutely everything. You think you've caught these evil Russians plotting against our country on this tape and you're trying to translate, but you didn't understand a single word. It's not that?"
The two boys seem too shocked to answer the question, so you intervene.
"Yeah. Can you help us?"
"Maybe. I am fluent in four languages and one of them is Russian.”
“Um… I think we should-“
"Ok. Steve will sell the ice cream with the help of Y/N and Robin and I will translate.” Dustin says, not even giving you and Steve a chance to object. "You two, go." He orders as he points to the door.
"Son of a bitch. You will pay for it.” You whisper in your brother's ear as you pass him.
A few minutes had passed since Steve had started selling the ice creams - or rather, flirting terribly with girls.
"You suck at this." You say from above the counter.
“In selling the ice cream. Yeah, imagine having to stay-"
"No. In flirting. It's embarrassing, Harrington."
"I don't give a damn what you think, i just want normal girls to like me."
“You are chronically addicted to making people like you. You should try not to care so much sometimes, King Steve.”
"No one calls me that any more and i didn't ask for any advice from you, Henderson."
“You should ask more often. I'm sure your life would be much better.” You huff before continuing, “I don't even know why im arguing with you. I get annoyed with myself when i allow you to drag me down to your level all the time!”
“And at what level do you imagine me dragging you? Horizontal?"
"You are disgusting. Go to hell."
He lets out a short laugh before saying, “You know that kid from your college? Leave the guy alone. That bridge creature thinks you're flirting with him."
"It's what people say about you and me." This unfortunate answer escapes your mouth. And you would do anything to collect the words anyway.
“Is that what you think we both do? Flirt?” He leans over the counter to be closer to you. “Shortcake, if we were flirting, you would know.”
His gazes meet yours and you feel a strange butterflies inside you.
"Oh yes? Likely because I would be traumatized?”
"Because you'd be thinking about it later, lying in bed."
"Are you still picturing my bed, Harrington?"
“I bet your bed is tiny.”
You're almost breathing fire. Imagining you opening his ridiculous uniform and strangling him to death.
“What are you imagining? Your countenance strikes me as obscene.”
“I'm imagining myself strangling you. With my own hands.”
“So this is obscene to you?” - Steve teases and you can see his brown eyes getting darker.
“Only when you are the victim.”
His eyebrows are raised and he opens his mouth but is unable to speak. And that's great. You managed to leave him speechless.
Later, when the mall had closed and the customers had left, Robin finally cracked the code:
“The week is long. The silver cat eats when blue meets yellow in the west.” You four read in unison.
"It can't be that." Steve says.
"That's it. I translated it right, im sure” Robin replies as the four of you walk through the dark mall.
“I also think Robin is right. Come on, why would anyone talk like that if it wasn't to hide the meaning of a message?” You speak thoughtfully.
"Exactly." Dustin agrees.
“We need a super genius to get the message but- Where's Steve?” Robin cuts herself.
When you turn around, you find Steve standing in front of a little horse looking for something in his pocket.
"What are you doing?" You ask.
He doesn't answer, just puts a coin in the safe in front of the little horse and it starts playing strangely familiar music to his ears.
“That song-“ You think out loud.
"It's the same song that plays in the background of the Russians' tape." Steve talks while meeting your gaze. "That code didn't come from Russia.. It came from here."
“Holy shit.” You say softly looking back at him.
"So are you going to say im a genius, Henderson?"
"Only in my worst nightmares and your best dreams, Harrington."
(...)
The next day, Steve and Dustin went looking for a suspect around the mall, while you and Robin kept trying to find the message hidden behind the code.
“The week is long. The silver cat eats when blue meets yellow in the west. A trip to China looks good, if you tread carefully.” Robin reads the note in her notebook.
“Tread carefully.” You repeat, the phrase sounding more like a question. A split second later, the two of you hear a knock on the back door.
“Y/N, can you take it? It's an order.”
"Of course."
You open the little window and slide through it. Opening the back door and running into a strangely weird delivery man.
You notice his uniform: Lynx Carrier.
"Good morning lady." He says turning around to make his way down the hall.
"Good Morning…"
You observe him leaving, on the back of the delivery man there was a drawing:
“Silver cat… Holy shit.”
At the same time you run out of Scoops Ahoy, bumping into Steve and Dustin who are entering the ice cream shop.
You quickly climbed onto the mall bench and started connecting the dots:
“A trip to China sounds good… There! If you step carefully… If you step… There! When blue and yellow meet in the West… There!” You smile.
“Y/N, what are you doing?” Dustin asks right below you, joined by Steve and Robin.
"I cracked the code."
(...)
You were sitting at the back table in the ice cream parlor while listening to Dustin explain the plan for the thousandth time:
“Well, there's a card, and that card opens the door. But there's an armed Russian guard, like, a really big, heavy gun.”
"Here's the thing, i can erase the Russian guard." Steve speaks confidently.
At the same moment you burst out laughing from across the room: "Sorry, but... You, Steve Harrington, couldn't win the fight with Jonathan Byers or Billy, imagine with a trained and armed guard."
"Oh, shut up, Henderson."
Suddenly, Robin gets up without giving any explanation, just says, "This might work."
-
A few hours later she arrived with a blueprint of the entire mall.
"Not bad." You tell her you reciprocate with a smile. "Sooo, we could use the vent, but no one will fit in there."
"I fit." Your brother speaks from your side.
"You definitely don't fit, Dusty."
"We don't need Dustin." Robin speaks while pointing to a short girl.
“Lucas' little sister? This is not going to end well for me.” You answer.
"It's our only shot."
You don't know how you managed to bribe Erica with just ice cream. What matters is that she's now inside the vent looking for clues about the Russians while you, Steve, Dustin and Robin keep an eye on the Russian guards outside.
“Erica, listening?” Robin asks on the walkie-talkie.
“Listening. Are the nerds in position yet?”
“Yeah. It's quiet out there so you have the green light to go.” Robin continues.
“Starting operation Minor in Danger. See you on the other side, nerds!” “There you go, nerds. I am here." Erica's voice reappears on the walkie.
"Excellent! What do you see?"
“Ridiculous boxes.” A scream sounds from the other side of the walkie-talkie: “I'm in.”
Robin smiles beside him as Steve snorts, "Oh my god."
And the door suddenly opens. Erica leaves the place full of “ridiculous boxes” and screams with her hands on her hips: “Free ice cream FOREVER.”
“I love this girl.” You say as everyone descends towards the location just opened by the newest Sinclair.
While digging through the boxes Steve pulls a neon green liquid from inside one of them: "What the fuck is this." Steve says.
Suddenly, the room seems to shake - it doesn't seem to, it definitely shook. -
“Is it just me or did this room just move?” Dustin asks already knowing the answer.
"Okay, take this and let's get the hell out of here." You say as Dustin moves to push buttons in the room.
“Which button do I press, Erica?”
"I don't know. Just press the buttons-“
And the room began to fall. In other words, the elevator started to fall and everyone started screaming.
"Holy crap!" You say and Steve starts screaming.
“WE ARE FALLING!” He screams.
"DON'T TELL ME HARRINGTON!" You yell back as you cling tight to one of the shelves full of boxes.
"SHIT! SHIT!" Dustin continues the screaming sequence.
“DUSTIN, STOP SCREAMING LIKE A 2-YEAR-OLD AND PUSH THE FUCKING BUTTON!” You scream one more time.
"I'M PUSHING!"
"PUSH THE BUTTON." Erica screams and finally presses the right button, causing the elevator and the boxes to fall on top of everyone.
"Ouch." Robin complains.
“My crotch! Fell in my crotch! Dustin! Take it from me!” Steve asks.
“Is everyone okay?” Robin asks.
"Yeah! I feel great now that I know Russians don't know how to make elevators.” Steve yells heading towards the damn buttons.
"Harrington, I think it's pretty clear these buttons don't work." You say, - try to say.
“They are buttons! They have to do something.”
“We are trapped here.” Dustin concludes.
“Just so you know, i was supposed to spend the night at Tina's. And Tina always has my back. But if I don't get home for Uncle Jack's party tomorrow, and my mom finds out the four of you are responsible, she's going to hunt you down, one by one, and slit your throats." Erica complains.
“I don't care about Tina! Not even for the uncle’s Jack party! Your mother won't find us if we're dead in a Russian elevator." Steve exclaims.
“Hey… What if we climb?” Dustin speaks as he points to the vent on the roof of the elevator.
The night was summed up in you and Steve trying to figure out how to open the vent while Dustin, Erica and Robin slept like nothing was happening. Until he give up:
“You know what, Henderson? Use your ridiculous idea to open the vent. But if it doesn't work, don't wake me up."
"You're so... Oh, never mind."
"Beautiful. Intelligent. Oh, wait. Ridiculously handsome. You finally understand, Y/N.”
"You are so predictable." Somehow, your words cut him deep. Filled with hate, his brown eyes narrow.
“Oh, am i? How?"
“Always the same hair, the same smell, the same flirtation. Standards. People like you will never succeed. If you acted out of the box and surprised me, i would die in shock.”
“Should I take this as a personal challenge?”
“I wanted to see you try. You are so inflexible.”
"And you're that flexible?"
"You have no idea."
“So what can i do to be less inflexible, hm?”
He's clearly hearing you for the first time. Your answer comes out as a whisper:
“You could try to stop being an asshole.”
He lowers his gaze and flashes a smile: “Ok..”
"Ok?"
"Isn't that what you want?” You don't answer and he just continues: "Tomorrow when you wake up you won’t recognize me."
(...)
You are able to hear the noise coming from above the elevator. Steve and Dustin were in the vent together - did Steve open the vent? - You wanted to be able to hear what they were mumbling so much.
“Steve, why are you all grumpy?” Dustin says.
"Maybe because I spent the whole night having to listen to your sister."
“Don't act like you don't like her, Steve. Your eyes sparkle every time she appears or teases you.” Dustin says.
“Get that disgusting idea out of your thoughts. I don't think your sister is pretty."
"I never said that. Wait- So you think she's pretty."
“No, Henderson! Now shut up.” He says as he unbuttons his belt.
"What are you doing?"
“Pissing! Now turn your face there.”
At the bottom of the elevator, where you were, a pee smell began to rise. That's when you realized it was Steve. And so you decided to test yesterday's conversation.
“Harrington, could you reroute your jet, please?”
He doesn't say anything, the jet just disappears. And you swear you let a little smile escape your lips. But you get serious again when you hear the noise of people walking.
“Robin, Erica! Come on, someone's coming. Go up now.” You scream.
When you go up through the vent you see Steve for the first time since yesterday, and he asks, "What?"
"The Russians." You answer it. "Silence."
When the footsteps seem to disappear beneath you, you run under the elevator before it is able to close.
"Shit! That was close." Dustin says relieved by his side.
"Yeah yeah. Let's go now." You speak as you walk towards the hallway, Steve following you from behind.
As you walk down the halls, you notice Steve slowly slowing down. And for some reason you do the same. Getting dangerously close to him.
“So…” You clear your throat before continuing. "Why would the Russians choose the base here- Shit-"
Steve seems to get the message right away. "You think the Russians know about the monsters and they- Shit."
"Yeah, shit."
Before you were able to continue, the walkie-talkie squeaks and Robin soon says:
"The code. We have to speed up the pace.”
When you start to hear a lot of buzz you arrive in a different environment. Full and armed guards and machines.
"Shit! Get down.” Steve asks.
“The communication room is over there!” Erica exclaims.
"How do you know?" Dustin asks nervously.
“I am psychic. I saw the living room door open, nerd!”
“Okay… we'll go fast. Now!" Steve signals.
You run and Steve nimbly opens the door to the communications room. And when you found yourself inside the room, an armed Russian was in it.
“Steve…” Dustin says.
Silence seemed to reign in the room a second before Steve screamed and ran towards the Russian.
Punching him once and leaving him destabilized, Steve grabs a phone stuck in the communications table and slams it into the Russian's face, causing him to fall to the floor.
"Dude! You won a fight!” Dustin laughs as he talks to his friend.
As everyone passes by to get the Russian's key and head towards a secluded room, you don't miss a chance to get past Steve.
"Not bad, Harrington." You say giving him a wink.
When you go up a ladder you come across a room full of people and a portal. A portal.
At the same moment you, Dustin and Steve are staring at each other. Thinking: Holy shit.
“Oookay. I think we should get out of here now, like right now.” You speak already heading down the stairs.
"Because?" Robin speaks as you walks down the stairs together with the other four.
"Let's just say that is bad, very bad." You answer it.
"Yeah. Like the end of the human race.” Dustin continues. "We're going to die."
“I didn't want to make the desperate moment worse but… where's the Russian Steve had left right here on the floor-” Erica is cut off as Russian guards enter the room and start approaching too quickly.
“Run!” Steve screams.
You couldn't understand what was happening. You were just running. Until one hour you were gone. You and Steve were holding the door of a random room to prevent the Russians from entering.
"Go! Now!" You yell at Robin, Dustin and Erica.
"No! Y/N, you're my sister!" Dustin whimpers.
"Go now, Henderson!" Steve screams.
"We'll come back for you!"
"GO!" You and Steve scream in unison before collapsing to the floor and finding yourself in the home of several Russians.
-
You don't know how you ended up strapped to a chair with Steve Harrington. Steve The Hair Harrington.
Steve's back was pressed against yours and you could hear him calling your name.
“Y/N! Y/N! Don't tell me you died behind my back. Henderson is going to kill me. Shit!"
"Don't you ever shut up?" You say kinda... sleepy?
"Shit! You scared me."
Silence settles in the tiny room you were in before you broke it with an idea.
“Hey, see that table over there? We could try to reach her and get the scissors! Then we would be free.”
“Okay…jumping on the chair?”
"Yeah. Jumping. Okay, not now… 1,2,3 and now!”
You and Steve do a little jump that brings you closer to the table making Steve vibrate.
"Ok! That worked, great. Let's go again." You ask.
And there went a jump, two, three and-- and you fell to the floor.
Steve swore to hear you cry, a sound that broke his heart into a thousand pieces – to the surprise of – “Hey, hey. Everything is fine. I’ll think of something and- Are you laughing?”
“I-” a breathless laugh, “I can't believe I'm going to die next to Steve Harrington! My mortal enemy!” You laugh and he joins you.
"You are stupid." Steve seems to hesitate before continuing: “Look… I wanted to apologize. For being an idiot.”
"Well, you got screwed over that, didn't you?"
“Yeah… I think at the end of the day we have to fuck ourselves to learn… You know, I wish I'd met you sooner. Maybe your hate for me had fixed me. I could be a fucking worker, making loads of money and not being stuck in an russian prison.”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah. I wanted so much. Maybe you would have helped me through.”
You smile and laugh. And Steve is sure it was the best sound he's ever heard in his life.
“Do you know whats my wish is now?”
"Hm?"
“See your smile.”
Before you could respond, the Russians entered the room and quickly got you both to your feet again.
“I hope you tell the truth this time. The doctor over there has a very painful solution for you to open your mouth.” Russian speaks with a heavy accent.
The doctor walks towards you with a blue liquid in a kind of syringe.
"Calm calm! What is this-” And Steve's screams fill the room and then his own.
This is your turn to wake up first.
-
“Steeeeveeee.” No reply. “Steve, Steve, Steve, Steve.”
“What?”
“Now you scared the shit out of me.” You say.
“Worried about me, Henderson?”
“Oh, don't be the badass. A few seconds ago you were all cute wanting to see my smile.”
"I did not say that."
"I think i was delusional then."
"You were. By the way, I think they got the wrong drug because i don't feel bad, like not a little bit.”
“Same.”
And you start laughing. Very very much. And then you start screaming:
“Assholes! They gave the wrong drug!”
And then you regret it - actually you didn't regret it, you didn't feel anything - when the Russians enter the room again.
“Is anyone going to want to speak the truth now?”
"Ooohhh, that's not going to be possible because Henderson is coming to rescue us."
“Steve!”
“Oh, sorry! I shouldn't have said that. But… his name is Dustin Henderson, okay? He's super smart and-"
“Steve! Stop talking!"
"Dustin Henderson, i’ll go after this Dust-"
And suddenly the alarm starts ringing around the Russian base.
"I told you." Steve smirk.
A second later, your younger brother enters the room, shocking the two Russians present.
“Shiiiit! That was pretty badass, Dusty!” You scream as Dustin nimbly slides to your side, cutting the ropes holding you and Steve together.
"You two, out! Both, now!” Dustin speaks right after untying you.
You get into a kind of cart. Robin drove alongside Dustin and Erica while you and Steve discussed:
“Imagine if Yoda were purple.” You blurt out “No-no-better! If he were neon yellow!”
And Steve laughs. He laughs so hard that he stops for a second just to say, “My belly hurts from laughing so hard! Make it stop!” And the laughter continues.
"What's their problem?" Robin complains.
"I have no idea!" Dustin responds. "Get in the elevator, let's go!"
"Yes Dad." Steve jokes.
"Daaaad!" You repeat and laugh again.
"They look drugged." Robin speaks inside the elevator.
“Y/N? Did you take drugs? Steve?” Dustin asks as he places his hand on Steve's bloodied forehead.
"We don't do drugs, Dad!" And… more laughter.
When the elevator door opens you don't even have a chance to continue the jokes because Dustin is already pushing you into the mall, or rather, into the cinema.
“Harrington, look! Back to the future!" You say.
"Let's see, let's go, let's go." Steve says excitedly.
“We're not going to see-” Dustin tries to complain but the two of you are already sitting there watching.
Errr, too late. You and Steve were already sitting down to watch the movie.
“Ooookay. Just sit there. Dont. Move.” Dustin commands as he points his finger at the two of you.
"Okay dad." Steve says stealing a laugh from you.
A few minutes pass and you decide to say: “I really need to drink water.”
"Okay, let's sneak out so Dad doesn't see."
The way to the water fountain was short but terrible. Your throat was dry and you were feeling the urge to vomit.
Now it was Steve who had his head in the water cooler.
“Water is amazing.”
"So i couldn't pay attention to that movie, but... I'm pretty sure that mother wanted to bang her son."
"No, was the pretty one Alex Keaton's mother?"
"Yeah.. I'm pretty sure."
"But they are the same age."
“Of course, Harrington! He went to the past.”
“So why is the movie called Back to the Future?”
“He has to go back to the future, because he's in the past. So the future, technically, is the present, which is his time.”
"You're too smart for me."
"Yeah yeah. Now i got out, i want to drink water again, otherwise im going to vomit.”
“Wow.. There, Y/N. You have to check it out.” Steve says while looking vaguely at the mall's ceiling. “You… do you see the ceiling? It's beautiful."
"Oh yes. Wowww.” And a minute of silence before the catastrophe happens. “Remember when I said I was going to throw up? Soooo, I really need to throw up right now.”
"Me too-"
And in a second you and Steve are already in the bathroom spewing all that suspicious liquid out. And what relief you felt when you threw up.
“The ceiling stopped spinning for me. Is it still spinning for you?”
“Holy shit. No. Did we vomit it all up?”
"It might be. Ask something. Ask me there so we can see.”
“Interrogate you? Okay, let's see. Yeah... when was the last time you peed your pants?”
"Today."
“Whaaat?”
“When the Russians got that injection.”
Steve laughs. "Yeah, you're still on drugs."
"I'm kidding. Come on, ask me a decent question.”
"No, no. I'm bad at this. Make me one.”
"Okay... Have you- Have you ever been in love?"
“Yep. Nancy Wheeler. First semester of senior year.”
“Oh, Nance. How could i forget?! Tragic."
“Yeah. Broke my heart.”
“Do you still love Nancy?”
"No."
"Why not?"
“I think it's because i found someone better for me. It's insane. Every time his brother comes to talk to me he says: “You have to find your Suzie.” And I think i found my Suzie. I actually found her since last year.”
“And what is she like?”
"She is amazing. She's smart, so smart i feel dumber than anyone could feel when I'm around her. And she has a smile, god, that smile. She is beautiful, it hurts to look at her. And shit, every time I think about her I hate myself because I know I should have been with her a long time ago.” He sighs before continuing. “And she's so funny. And she doesn't even force. It's just her. ”
And now you sigh. Your hands are holding your head and you are completely silent.
“Y/N? Did you just overdose there?”
"No."
And Steve slides across the bathroom floor, coming face to face with you.
"The floor is disgusting, Harrington."
"Yeah, but im already full of blood and vomit on my shirt so it doesn't matter... What do you think?"
"About?"
"The girl."
"She seems great."
"She is great. And the guy?"
"I think he's on drugs and not thinking straight."
“Really? I don't think he's ever thought so straight in his life."
"He's not."
“Why?”
"Because, actually, he hates this girl."
"I never hated you."
“Steve...”
"You hate me?" You do not answer. "Because i definitely don’t hate you."
“Love and hate are similar, Steve. You are getting confused.”
"If I hated you i wouldn't want to kiss you every time i see you."
Shit.
"So do it. Kiss me."
Steve looked at you carefully. And when you showed no signs of hysteria or that you were going to withdraw, he leaned over and placed a long kiss on your mouth. With his face pressed against yours, he kissed you like he was afraid, afraid it was more of a game.
You were able to feel his heart pounding against your ribs, and his mouth kept sliding over yours, over and over again. He pulls away with a small kiss to the corner of your mouth, and you both look at each other.
Steve is still at the point where the kiss was just a game, maybe. But then you lean forward again with a smile, and in the space of a sigh, you've given him what he needed: Lips and tongue and the occasional brush of teeth. His hands move to your waist.
"Your heart is super racing, Harrington." You say when you pull away a little. Steve's hands gripping your waist.
“Oh, shut up, shortcake.” He says leaning in again but you stop him.
“I would love to continue this to ease the build-up but we still have to save the world. And this is not hygienic.”
"I hate you."
"You love me."
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