Fic: My Heart is Thrilled
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wolfish_willowFandom: Stranger Things
Title: My Heart is Thrilled (AO3 link)
Rating: E
Genre/Pairing: Chrissy Cunningham/Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler
Characters: Chrissy Cunningham, Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington
Word Count: 4,691
Summary: Chrissy overhears Nancy and Steve talking about her—what she'd look like in their bed, what sounds she'd make, how she'd taste—and decides she wants to give them the chance to find out.
Content Notes: None
Author's Notes: My contribution to this year's smut4smut fic exchange. I started three different stories before finally putting together that I really wanted to write this ship again and let them fuck this time. Hopefully everyone who gives it a chance enjoys the read <3
The gymnasium, once crowded with people, has long since cleared out after the winning game. It feels so much bigger when everyone is gone and Chrissy enjoys the quiet of it after a loud night. Staying behind after it’s emptied out is a habit she’d started after the first game she cheered for. Enjoying a little time to herself before moving on to the next stage of the night, whether that means going home—and dealing with her mother—or joining in whatever party is thrown after the game is over.
A bunch of the other cheerleaders are celebrating the big win with the team. The old diner is a great spot for an impromptu party and Chrissy knows she should join them out there. She’s as happy as anyone that their team won. And once she’s there, she’ll have fun, even if she does end up having to spend some of that time avoiding Jason.
Besides that, she doesn’t want to go home this early. Her mom will be there and Chrissy does her best to avoid being in the same room as her as much as possible.
Dragging her feet, still unsure which place she’s going to choose, Chrissy slows even further at the sound of a familiar voice coming through the doors that lead out to the gymnasium’s foyer.
“I saw you, by the way.”
Curious, Chrissy moves as silently as she can to peer around one of the open gym doors. She doesn’t know what Nancy Wheeler and Steve Harrington are doing still hanging around this long after the game, but it’s not like she can judge. She’s here, too—and if she were lucky enough to be with either of them, she would be happy to sneak around the empty school together.
“Saw me what?” Steve asks, leaning back against the wall. His hands rest comfortably on Nancy’s waist, swaying her gently back and forth. Chrissy’s heart aches at how Nancy lets him and how gentle Steve is while he does it.
Nancy peers around and Chrissy ducks behind the door. Holding her breath, she waits to hear them call for her to come out, but she must have moved in time because neither of them do.
“Saw you watching Chrissy again.”
At the sound of her name, Chrissy no longer needs to hold her breath; it gets caught somewhere between her lungs and her throat. Taking a chance, she slowly peeks around the door again. Steve looks like he’s been caught, but what surprises her is that he doesn’t look worried, or even a little bit guilty.
She doesn’t think she’s ever seen such a perfect example of, “aw, shucks,” as an expression before.
“You were watching her, too.”
Eyes widening, Chrissy is even more surprised when Nancy doesn’t deny it. Nancy reaches out, shoving Steve gently in the shoulder, but she doesn’t say anything at all. If Chrissy hadn’t heard it with her own two ears, she never would have guessed that Nancy is… like her. The fact that Steve knows and is okay with it might have shocked her, too, back when he was still friends with jerks, but the easy way he teases Nancy is so similar to all the interactions Chrissy has seen between them that it makes sense.
“Okay,” Nancy says, blowing out a long breath. “Maybe a little. I can’t help it, she’s so—“
“Beautiful?” Steve suggests and Chrissy’s cheeks heat up. “Smart?”
“And she looks so good in that uniform.”
And. Nancy said and. She thinks Chrissy is beautiful and smart and—
“Bet she looks even better out of it.”
Chrissy is too far away to see for certain, but she thinks Nancy might be blushing like she is. Dropping her chin, Nancy looks up at Steve from under her lashes, one of her hands curled into his shirt as she does. Chrissy’s breath catches again and she presses her thighs together when Nancy says, “Do you ever think about what it might be like, if she…”
“More than I probably should.” This time, Steve does look guilty. The teasing grin he’d worn before is gone without a trace. Chrissy can’t help being surprised that it took this long, with both of them talking about someone else when they’re dating each other.
But Nancy smiles, soft and reassuring and beautiful.
“Hey, don’t make that face. I think about it, too.” Her voice drops lower than Chrissy has ever heard it, sending a pleasant heat down her gut. “How she’s look on your bed, what sounds she’d make with your mouth on her. How she’d… taste…”
“Nance.” Steve sounds strained and Chrissy, whose own throat has gone tight, can’t blame him. “If you’re trying to turn me on…”
“Maybe I am.”
They share a wide grin before spinning away from Chrissy entirely. Steve’s hands stay on Nancy’s waist while they leave in the direction of the parking lot.
Feeling frozen in place, Chrissy doesn’t move for a long time while she runs over everything she’s just heard over and over in her mind. The words, their expressions, the blush on Nancy’s cheeks and the hunger on Steve’s face…
She doesn’t think she’ll ever be able to stop thinking about it.
For the next week, Chrissy pays close attention to both of them. It’s easy with Nancy; they pass each other in the halls every day and sit in the same cafeteria at lunch time. They even share a class together.
As discreetly as she can manage, Chrissy watches Nancy. Now that she knows to look for it, she realizes how often Nancy is already looking at her. It sends heat through her every time she glances over and finds sharp blue eyes facing her direction before quickly darting away like Nancy is afraid of getting caught.
Steve is harder by virtue of having already graduated. Some days—the days Chrissy sees him dropping Nancy off in the mornings—he picks Nancy up from school, but those are also the days he has eyes only for her. It’s not unusual; he’s been head over heels for Nancy Wheeler for three years and everyone knows it. It’s so obvious a blind man could see it.
There’s more than one reason Chrissy was so surprised by the things she overheard after the game.
On one of the days that Steve didn’t drop Nancy off, Chrissy stops in at Family Video. She’s relieved to see him there, standing behind the counter. Steve greets her with a friendly smile that she returns with one of her own before browsing the selection. The smile he gave her looked brighter than the one he’d been wearing for the customer he had been helping at the register, but it’s not until after Chrissy has checked out her own movie and she feels his eyes following her for the whole walk out of the store that she thinks she can say for sure that she hadn’t imagined the whole thing.
They like her. They want her.
It’s a heady feeling; one that she isn’t familiar with. Chrissy hasn’t ever cared so much about being wanted by someone else—and there had been more than a few who made it clear that they did. Especially since she’d taken over as head cheerleader of the squad this year.
But Jason isn’t Steve Harrington. He definitely isn’t Nancy Wheeler. Very few people can hold a candle to either of those two. And for some reason, they want Chrissy. The memory of how they’d sounded when talking about her and the things they said has left her wet and breathless every time she’s thought about it all week.
Maybe it’s her uniform. Maybe it’s her grades—they’d mentioned she was smart—or maybe it’s something else entirely. Chrissy doesn’t know, but she’s hoping they’ll give her a chance to find out.
After a week of watching and deciding that this is something she wants, Chrissy is relieved to see Steve dropping Nancy off that Friday morning. The school day drags on and she’s sure that none of her notes will be decipherable when she has to do her homework, but she doesn’t care. Her day is spent psyching herself up. She treats it like the day before a cheer routine; talking herself up in her head until it hardly feels daunting at all when the final bell rings and she finds herself outside, her feet carrying her to the curb where Nancy is waiting for Steve.
Nancy turns when she notices her, a curious look on her face.
“Hey,” Nancy says, like she’s happy to see her, lips stretched in a smile that draws Chrissy’s eyes before she can help it.
Throat suddenly dry, Chrissy swallows quietly and returns the smile with one of her own. She’s more excited than nervous now, but it’s still hard to believe that she’s about to put herself out there like this. Knowing how they already feel about her gives her the courage she needs to go through with it.
“Hi.” Chrissy looks around the parking lot. There are people all over the place, but it’s Friday and everyone is eager to leave as soon as possible. It’s also loud enough between the cacophony of conversation and cars starting that nobody is going to overhear anything specific enough to use against either of them later, no matter how public this is. “This might seem out of nowhere, but I um…”
Nancy shifts, her body angling more in Chrissy’s direction while her brows rise, expression open an interested in whatever it is Chrissy has to say. Having her full attention feels good—really good.
“I overheard you and Steve, um, talking about me.”
Nancy blinks, but doesn’t immediately react.
“After the game?” Chrissy continues, tilting her head.
There’s a second more without reaction, then Nancy’s eyes widen and her mouth drops open in surprise before she starts stumbling over herself to apologize. Chrissy raises her eyebrows, head jerking in surprise, though she shouldn’t be. This isn’t exactly normal. The last thing she wants is for Nancy to think she’s angry or upset or worse.
“I’m sorry,” Nancy says, “if we— It wasn’t—“
“I’m game if you are,” Chrissy tells her, hands holding on tight to the straps of her backpack. She takes a step closer, standing straight. The worst that can happen is that Nancy tells her they aren’t interested. That it was just a fantasy rather than something they want to act on. Chrissy won’t hold it against either of them if that’s the case, and she’s determined not to be embarrassed about it.
Nancy’s mouth snaps shut with a sharp click. Color floods her cheeks as she looks Chrissy up and down. Sizing her up, trying to figure out if she’s serious, maybe.
Chrissy has never been more serious about anything in her life, she’s pretty sure.
“You… are?” Nancy asks, eyes narrowed like she’s trying to find the trick, the catch, something. She can look all she likes; she won’t find one.
Biting her lip, Chrissy meets Nancy’s eyes and nods. “Very.”
Now it’s Nancy’s eyes that drop to look at her mouth. “Oh.”
Steve pulls up a second later and they turn in tandem to face his car. He leans over, looking out the open passenger side window. Pushing his shades to rest on his head, he sends a charming smile in Chrissy’s direction.
“Hey, Chrissy,” he says before giving all of his attention to Nancy, a questioning look on his face.
His eyebrows climb up his forehead when Nancy opens the back door instead of the front, taking Chrissy’s hand in hers and pulling her inside after her.
“Um.”
“Chrissy,” Nancy says as she leans over Chrissy’s body to shut the door, “wants to come, too.”
She stays close, body lined up against Chrissy’s, one of her hands dropping to Chrissy’s thigh. Her fingers slip beneath the edge of Chrissy’s skirt, tickling the sensitive skin there, and Chrissy’s heart beats faster. “Don’t you?”
Steve watches them in the rear view mirror, his eyes catching Chrissy’s in the reflection. It’s hard to think with Nancy touching her like this, but she holds Steve’s gaze and widens her legs to Nancy’s wandering hands and says, “Yes.”
His throat bobs as he swallows, hands clutching the wheel that much tighter while he shifts in his seat. He peels away from the curb a second later, muttering a quiet, “Fuck,” under his breath that sends more heat through Chrissy.
With Nancy’s hand on her thigh and eventually mouth on her neck when they’re on a less occupied street, Chrissy can’t decide whether she wants the drive to last forever or for Steve to risk a ticket and drive even faster.
Faster, she decides. She wants more, everything, and they can’t give that to her while Steve is still in the driver’s seat.
Chrissy remembers Steve’s parents’ house—she’d been to a handful of his parties before he stopped throwing them. She’s somewhat surprised to have been brought somewhere completely different when they lead her inside and up some stairs to an unfamiliar bedroom.
She doesn’t mind; especially when Steve kisses her, pulling her in close enough that she can feel how hard he’d gotten on the drive. Knowing that they’re going to have all the privacy they need gives her peace of mind, making it easier to kiss him back.
Nancy crowds in close behind her, hands coming to rest on Chrissy’s waist. She remembers watching Steve do the same to her outside the gym and smiles against Steve’s mouth. Fingers curl around her skirt while she trails her nose across the back of Chrissy’s neck.
“You’re really sure about this?” shes asks softly, breath warm and wet against the shell of Chrissy’s ear. She asks like she knows the answer, her hands firm and sure where they hold Chrissy in place and her lips mouthing whichever part she can reach.
Steve straightens up just enough that he can look at her while he waits for her response, but he doesn’t put any significant amount of space between them. Even so, she knows that if she said so, they would stop, just as much as they both seem to know that she doesn’t want them to.
“So sure,” she says, surging up onto her toes and wrapping her arms around Steve’s neck while she kisses him.
He kisses her back like she’s what he needs to breathe and in return steals the breath right from her lungs. His hands slip under her shirt, warm and calloused and perfect against her skin. More than once this week, she’s imagined what they might feel like. None of her late night imaginings came close to how good it feels to have him pushing her shirt up and up until they have no choice but to stop kissing long enough to let him shove it the rest of the way off.
When it’s gone, he stares at her again. Nancy is still pressed in close at her back, chin tucked up and over one of her shoulders while Steve just looks. For the briefest moment, a wave of self-consciousness washes over Chrissy. Her mother’s voice in her head berates her for letting someone see what’s under her clothes before she’s trimmed her waistline down another size. Chrissy shakes the thoughts away easier than she ever has in her life because it’s hard to worry about anything when Steve and Nancy both can’t seem to keep their hands off of her.
They clearly like what they see, what they can feel, and that’s more than enough for the insecurity to fade into the background like it had never reared its ugly head in the first place.
“Fuck, Nance, she’s…” Steve trails off with a shake of his head before he kisses her again, cradling her head in his hands.
Nancy’s fingers tickle along her back, sending goosebumps trailing up her neck and undoing Chrissy’s bra.
“He’s right,” Nancy whispers against the back of her shoulder. Her hands smooth up and over Chrissy’s shoulders, pushing the straps down, brushing over her newly revealed breasts before dropping lower to slide under Chrissy’s skirt and panties. Heat pools low in Chrissy’s belly, her thighs pressing together to stave off the throbbing she feels between her legs. “You’re perfect.”
She’s so wet from all of Nancy’s teasing in the car that it’s a relief to finally have the rest of her clothes pushed off. It’s even more of a relief when Steve pulls away and takes his own shirt off next, like he can’t stand not being able to feel her, skin-to-skin, for another moment.
Chrissy understands; she feels the same. So much so that it’s easy to lean in and let herself touch, running her hands over Steve’s chest, pressing open mouth kisses along his collarbones, enjoying the taste of his skin on her tongue.
Nancy’s hands slide up her arms, eventually covering her hands and guiding them to Steve’s belt in silent permission. It’s a reassurance Chrissy hadn’t known she wanted, but it makes everything they’re doing that much better. This is something they all want; not a girlfriend trying to make her boyfriend happy, like she’s heard girls whisper about before.
Once his pants are halfway down, Chrissy finds herself being turned around. She’s not sure which of them does it, but it doesn’t matter. They only things that matter are the feeling of Nancy’s lips against hers and the tongue inside her mouth and how good it is. For all the ferocity poured into it, Nancy is still softer, but she kisses so much like Steve that it shoots straight down Chrissy’s spine and to her toes.
Feeling bolder now, Chrissy reaches out, sliding her hands beneath Nancy’s top and bra, relishing the soft sound Nancy makes inside her mouth. She wants more of that, but Nancy’s pulls away before she can find out how. It feels like Chrissy blinks and Nancy’s shirt and bra are gone, taken off in a flurry of impatience she’s not used to seeing from Nancy.
Steve wraps his hands around Chrissy, drawing her with him onto the bed. They watch Nancy kick out of the rest of her clothes together. Chrissy feels Steve’s chuckle as much as she hears it, with his arms wrapped around her front and holding her close to his chest.
“Don’t take it personally,” he says, his lips moving against one of Chrissy’s cheeks while he speaks. His hands begin to roam, sliding over her arms, up her sides, across her chest and stomach, until Chrissy is breathing hard and squirming against him. “Patience isn’t Nancy’s strong suit.”
“Shut up.” Fabric flies at them both, half covering Chrissy’s face, but fully covering Steve’s. Laughter bubbles out of her before she can stop it. She only laughs harder at how wild Steve’s hair looks when he tugs Nancy’s shirt off of them both. “Sorry, didn’t mean to get you, too, Chrissy.”
“It’s okay,” she says when she’s caught her breath again. Amusement is plain as day on Nancy’s face and somehow it makes her even more attractive.
“You are a menace,” Steve says without a hint of bite in his tone. His hands begin to tickle over Chrissy again, sending tingles down her arms and the throbbing between her legs starts again.
“You love me,” Nancy says with easy confidence and Chrissy doesn’t need to look back to know that Steve’s smiling, soft and loving. It’s the smile he always has when Chrissy sees them together.
“I do.”
Chrissy bites her lip, muffling the sound trying to escape when Nancy kneels over her, not wanting to interrupt their moment. While she might have expected to feel jealous, she really doesn’t. How can she, when she knew going into this that they love each other? She doesn’t feel like she’s intruding, though, either—they both jumped at the chance to include her when she made it clear she was interested. Steve is touching her like he can’t get enough and Chrissy’s lips are still tingling from Nancy’s kisses.
They want her here.
But she still wants them to enjoy their moment as long as they want. Somehow, it’s almost more intimate to witness than to be lying naked between them.
And besides, it gives her the chance to take in the naked form of Nancy Wheeler, kneeling on the bed, all pale, beautiful skin, and Chrissy wants to take it all in while she can.
A soft smile still stretched across Nancy’s face, she looks down and meets Chrissy’s eyes. Her own seem to darken as she watches Chrissy lose the fight to keep quiet when Steve’s hand slips down between her legs.
“Mmm, you’re so sensitive.” Nancy leans in, pressing Chrissy firmly down against Steve and brushing her hand up Chrissy’s stomach. “I wonder…”
She mouths along Chrissy’s breast and licks across her nipple before sucking it into her mouth. Chrissy cries out in surprise, jolting up as far as she can while held in place. Nancy moans and the sound looks right back, turning Chrissy on in turn.
Behind her, Steve shifts, humping against her back in jerky movements. There’s not much else he can do with how Nancy has them pinned together.
Licking her lips, Chrissy turns her head, nudging her nose against Steve’s jaw. “I want you to fuck me.”
He groans, a long drawn out sound that shoots through her just as much as Nancy’s moan had. Chrissy has never been so wet in her life. The aching throb between her legs is stronger than she knew was possible; it feels like she’ll die if something isn’t inside her and soon.
“Nance, can we—”
“Shit, yes, I want that so bad,” Nancy says, already moving off of them and to the side of the bed. “You’re going to look so good together.”
The desire in Nancy’s voice is amazing. She sounds like there’s nothing she wants more than to watch her boyfriend fuck Chrissy into the mattress. It would be impossible to believe if Chrissy wasn’t living right in this moment.
Steve slips them over, covering her body with his own and kissing her again. She curls her hands in his hair, her grip going even tighter when she slips his hand between her legs, fingers teasing at her folds. That doesn’t seem to be enough for him, though, because he kisses down her neck and chest, further down, down, down until suddenly his tongue is where his fingers had just been.
“Steve,” she gasps, reaching down to grip at his shoulders, at the sheets, at anything she can get her hands on. Nancy moves in her periphery and Chrissy reaches for her, too, gripping her arm tight. She thinks Nancy smiles at her, but she can’t focus on anything but the fact that Steve Harrington is eating her out like he’s starving for it.
He doesn’t stop, staying in place like he knows how close Chrissy is, even when Nancy tugs gently on his hair and says his name. It’s only after she cums with a loud gasp that he lets Nancy’s pull him up. Staring at the ceiling through eyes that have gone hazy, Chrissy tries to catch her breath. Her heart beats fast and loud in her chest and in her ears while she turns, watching Nancy roll a condom on Steve’s dick with the ease of someone who’s done it before.
A lot.
They kiss once, sharing a quick smile, before Steve is back on top of Chrissy. The smile is still there when he rubs a thumb over her cheek. He touches her like she’s special, precious. A way she’d thought he might reserve only for Nancy. It feels incredible to be the center of his attention. She gets the feeling that a select number of people know what that’s like—even with all the sleeping around he’d done before Nancy, she can’t imagine he had this level of intensity with every single one of them.
“You’re amazing,” he says as she opens her legs wider, urging him closer.
Steve doesn’t waste time asking if she’s sure. He guides himself inside of her, taking his time, letting her breathe when it starts to feel like too much. She feels so full, but he lets her adjust, lets her get used to it before he starts to fuck her with sure, gentle thrusts. It’s unlike anything she’s ever imagined; can’t compared to the fingers she’s fucked herself with while thinking about both of them this week.
After a while, the gentleness becomes simultaneously too much and not enough. Draping her arms over his back to grip his shoulders, Chrissy digs her heels into his thighs.
“More,” she gasps. “Faster. Please.”
Nancy moves close, placing her hand on Chrissy’s cheek to turn her face towards her. The kiss they share is hard and deep and takes away what little breath Chrissy still had left. It’s almost too much when Nancy trailed her hand down between them until she can rub circles over Chrissy’s clit, sending jolts like electricity up her spine. Steve sucks at the skin around her neck and it’s the thought of what she’s going to look like the next day, hickeys dotted across her throat, the evidence of what they’ve done plain for everyone to see that tips her over the edge for a second time.
She doesn’t know how long it is before Steve cums, too, but it feels too soon when him finishing also means he’ll have to move.
In a bit of a daze, Chrissy is more breathing the same air as Nancy than kissing her back while Steve gets off of her. Since she doesn’t move, Chrissy figures Nancy doesn’t mind.
When she looks at Steve again, the condom is gone and he’s kissing down Nancy’s stomach and lower. Soon, it’s Nancy moaning his name against Chrissy’s cheek while he eats her out. Chrissy watches, fascinated at the rise and fall of Nancy’s chest, at the flush of color where there’s normally pale skin. She lifts herself up on her elbow, rubbing her legs together at the sight of Steve getting his girlfriend off with his mouth and fingers like he’s done it a million times because he probably has.
Nancy looks amazing like this, giving herself over to the feeling, head thrown back and neck bared for Chrissy to press open mouth kisses to. Fingers find their way into Chrissy’s hair, Nancy’s other hand already curled in Steve’s. She lets herself be held close while Nancy cums with a scream of Steve’s name.
Steve doesn’t let up until Nancy tugs at him with a soft whine that Chrissy wants to hear again and again and again. She could do this a hundred, a thousand more times, and never get enough of the sounds they make. She keeps watching them as Steve kisses Nancy with a mouth that’s shiny and wet and all the more tempting for it.
Chrissy can’t help but reach out and pull him close to kiss her next, eager to get a taste of Nancy for herself. He hums a delighted sound against her mouth, seeming all too happy to let her.
Their kiss settles down into something softer, lazier, until finally they’re done. Chrissy is happy to move when Nancy nudges her over. She’s even happier when she realizes it’s left a spot for Steve to stretch out on his back between the both of them.
He throws his arms over them, pulling them in to use his chest as a warm, moving pillow. Chrissy burrows her cheek against him with a happy sigh.
“That was amazing.”
“You’re amazing,” Nancy says, something like wonder in her voice.
“Amazing enough for an encore?” Steve asks with a smile, eyes closed and sounding like he’s already halfway to sleep.
It’s adorable.
Nancy watches her now, eyes darting over Chrissy’s face while she waits for an answer. Her lips stretch into a wide, relieved grin when Chrissy says, “Amazing enough for a lot more than that.”
Title: My Heart is Thrilled (AO3 link)
Rating: E
Genre/Pairing: Chrissy Cunningham/Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler
Characters: Chrissy Cunningham, Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington
Word Count: 4,691
Summary: Chrissy overhears Nancy and Steve talking about her—what she'd look like in their bed, what sounds she'd make, how she'd taste—and decides she wants to give them the chance to find out.
Content Notes: None
Author's Notes: My contribution to this year's smut4smut fic exchange. I started three different stories before finally putting together that I really wanted to write this ship again and let them fuck this time. Hopefully everyone who gives it a chance enjoys the read <3
The gymnasium, once crowded with people, has long since cleared out after the winning game. It feels so much bigger when everyone is gone and Chrissy enjoys the quiet of it after a loud night. Staying behind after it’s emptied out is a habit she’d started after the first game she cheered for. Enjoying a little time to herself before moving on to the next stage of the night, whether that means going home—and dealing with her mother—or joining in whatever party is thrown after the game is over.
A bunch of the other cheerleaders are celebrating the big win with the team. The old diner is a great spot for an impromptu party and Chrissy knows she should join them out there. She’s as happy as anyone that their team won. And once she’s there, she’ll have fun, even if she does end up having to spend some of that time avoiding Jason.
Besides that, she doesn’t want to go home this early. Her mom will be there and Chrissy does her best to avoid being in the same room as her as much as possible.
Dragging her feet, still unsure which place she’s going to choose, Chrissy slows even further at the sound of a familiar voice coming through the doors that lead out to the gymnasium’s foyer.
“I saw you, by the way.”
Curious, Chrissy moves as silently as she can to peer around one of the open gym doors. She doesn’t know what Nancy Wheeler and Steve Harrington are doing still hanging around this long after the game, but it’s not like she can judge. She’s here, too—and if she were lucky enough to be with either of them, she would be happy to sneak around the empty school together.
“Saw me what?” Steve asks, leaning back against the wall. His hands rest comfortably on Nancy’s waist, swaying her gently back and forth. Chrissy’s heart aches at how Nancy lets him and how gentle Steve is while he does it.
Nancy peers around and Chrissy ducks behind the door. Holding her breath, she waits to hear them call for her to come out, but she must have moved in time because neither of them do.
“Saw you watching Chrissy again.”
At the sound of her name, Chrissy no longer needs to hold her breath; it gets caught somewhere between her lungs and her throat. Taking a chance, she slowly peeks around the door again. Steve looks like he’s been caught, but what surprises her is that he doesn’t look worried, or even a little bit guilty.
She doesn’t think she’s ever seen such a perfect example of, “aw, shucks,” as an expression before.
“You were watching her, too.”
Eyes widening, Chrissy is even more surprised when Nancy doesn’t deny it. Nancy reaches out, shoving Steve gently in the shoulder, but she doesn’t say anything at all. If Chrissy hadn’t heard it with her own two ears, she never would have guessed that Nancy is… like her. The fact that Steve knows and is okay with it might have shocked her, too, back when he was still friends with jerks, but the easy way he teases Nancy is so similar to all the interactions Chrissy has seen between them that it makes sense.
“Okay,” Nancy says, blowing out a long breath. “Maybe a little. I can’t help it, she’s so—“
“Beautiful?” Steve suggests and Chrissy’s cheeks heat up. “Smart?”
“And she looks so good in that uniform.”
And. Nancy said and. She thinks Chrissy is beautiful and smart and—
“Bet she looks even better out of it.”
Chrissy is too far away to see for certain, but she thinks Nancy might be blushing like she is. Dropping her chin, Nancy looks up at Steve from under her lashes, one of her hands curled into his shirt as she does. Chrissy’s breath catches again and she presses her thighs together when Nancy says, “Do you ever think about what it might be like, if she…”
“More than I probably should.” This time, Steve does look guilty. The teasing grin he’d worn before is gone without a trace. Chrissy can’t help being surprised that it took this long, with both of them talking about someone else when they’re dating each other.
But Nancy smiles, soft and reassuring and beautiful.
“Hey, don’t make that face. I think about it, too.” Her voice drops lower than Chrissy has ever heard it, sending a pleasant heat down her gut. “How she’s look on your bed, what sounds she’d make with your mouth on her. How she’d… taste…”
“Nance.” Steve sounds strained and Chrissy, whose own throat has gone tight, can’t blame him. “If you’re trying to turn me on…”
“Maybe I am.”
They share a wide grin before spinning away from Chrissy entirely. Steve’s hands stay on Nancy’s waist while they leave in the direction of the parking lot.
Feeling frozen in place, Chrissy doesn’t move for a long time while she runs over everything she’s just heard over and over in her mind. The words, their expressions, the blush on Nancy’s cheeks and the hunger on Steve’s face…
She doesn’t think she’ll ever be able to stop thinking about it.
For the next week, Chrissy pays close attention to both of them. It’s easy with Nancy; they pass each other in the halls every day and sit in the same cafeteria at lunch time. They even share a class together.
As discreetly as she can manage, Chrissy watches Nancy. Now that she knows to look for it, she realizes how often Nancy is already looking at her. It sends heat through her every time she glances over and finds sharp blue eyes facing her direction before quickly darting away like Nancy is afraid of getting caught.
Steve is harder by virtue of having already graduated. Some days—the days Chrissy sees him dropping Nancy off in the mornings—he picks Nancy up from school, but those are also the days he has eyes only for her. It’s not unusual; he’s been head over heels for Nancy Wheeler for three years and everyone knows it. It’s so obvious a blind man could see it.
There’s more than one reason Chrissy was so surprised by the things she overheard after the game.
On one of the days that Steve didn’t drop Nancy off, Chrissy stops in at Family Video. She’s relieved to see him there, standing behind the counter. Steve greets her with a friendly smile that she returns with one of her own before browsing the selection. The smile he gave her looked brighter than the one he’d been wearing for the customer he had been helping at the register, but it’s not until after Chrissy has checked out her own movie and she feels his eyes following her for the whole walk out of the store that she thinks she can say for sure that she hadn’t imagined the whole thing.
They like her. They want her.
It’s a heady feeling; one that she isn’t familiar with. Chrissy hasn’t ever cared so much about being wanted by someone else—and there had been more than a few who made it clear that they did. Especially since she’d taken over as head cheerleader of the squad this year.
But Jason isn’t Steve Harrington. He definitely isn’t Nancy Wheeler. Very few people can hold a candle to either of those two. And for some reason, they want Chrissy. The memory of how they’d sounded when talking about her and the things they said has left her wet and breathless every time she’s thought about it all week.
Maybe it’s her uniform. Maybe it’s her grades—they’d mentioned she was smart—or maybe it’s something else entirely. Chrissy doesn’t know, but she’s hoping they’ll give her a chance to find out.
After a week of watching and deciding that this is something she wants, Chrissy is relieved to see Steve dropping Nancy off that Friday morning. The school day drags on and she’s sure that none of her notes will be decipherable when she has to do her homework, but she doesn’t care. Her day is spent psyching herself up. She treats it like the day before a cheer routine; talking herself up in her head until it hardly feels daunting at all when the final bell rings and she finds herself outside, her feet carrying her to the curb where Nancy is waiting for Steve.
Nancy turns when she notices her, a curious look on her face.
“Hey,” Nancy says, like she’s happy to see her, lips stretched in a smile that draws Chrissy’s eyes before she can help it.
Throat suddenly dry, Chrissy swallows quietly and returns the smile with one of her own. She’s more excited than nervous now, but it’s still hard to believe that she’s about to put herself out there like this. Knowing how they already feel about her gives her the courage she needs to go through with it.
“Hi.” Chrissy looks around the parking lot. There are people all over the place, but it’s Friday and everyone is eager to leave as soon as possible. It’s also loud enough between the cacophony of conversation and cars starting that nobody is going to overhear anything specific enough to use against either of them later, no matter how public this is. “This might seem out of nowhere, but I um…”
Nancy shifts, her body angling more in Chrissy’s direction while her brows rise, expression open an interested in whatever it is Chrissy has to say. Having her full attention feels good—really good.
“I overheard you and Steve, um, talking about me.”
Nancy blinks, but doesn’t immediately react.
“After the game?” Chrissy continues, tilting her head.
There’s a second more without reaction, then Nancy’s eyes widen and her mouth drops open in surprise before she starts stumbling over herself to apologize. Chrissy raises her eyebrows, head jerking in surprise, though she shouldn’t be. This isn’t exactly normal. The last thing she wants is for Nancy to think she’s angry or upset or worse.
“I’m sorry,” Nancy says, “if we— It wasn’t—“
“I’m game if you are,” Chrissy tells her, hands holding on tight to the straps of her backpack. She takes a step closer, standing straight. The worst that can happen is that Nancy tells her they aren’t interested. That it was just a fantasy rather than something they want to act on. Chrissy won’t hold it against either of them if that’s the case, and she’s determined not to be embarrassed about it.
Nancy’s mouth snaps shut with a sharp click. Color floods her cheeks as she looks Chrissy up and down. Sizing her up, trying to figure out if she’s serious, maybe.
Chrissy has never been more serious about anything in her life, she’s pretty sure.
“You… are?” Nancy asks, eyes narrowed like she’s trying to find the trick, the catch, something. She can look all she likes; she won’t find one.
Biting her lip, Chrissy meets Nancy’s eyes and nods. “Very.”
Now it’s Nancy’s eyes that drop to look at her mouth. “Oh.”
Steve pulls up a second later and they turn in tandem to face his car. He leans over, looking out the open passenger side window. Pushing his shades to rest on his head, he sends a charming smile in Chrissy’s direction.
“Hey, Chrissy,” he says before giving all of his attention to Nancy, a questioning look on his face.
His eyebrows climb up his forehead when Nancy opens the back door instead of the front, taking Chrissy’s hand in hers and pulling her inside after her.
“Um.”
“Chrissy,” Nancy says as she leans over Chrissy’s body to shut the door, “wants to come, too.”
She stays close, body lined up against Chrissy’s, one of her hands dropping to Chrissy’s thigh. Her fingers slip beneath the edge of Chrissy’s skirt, tickling the sensitive skin there, and Chrissy’s heart beats faster. “Don’t you?”
Steve watches them in the rear view mirror, his eyes catching Chrissy’s in the reflection. It’s hard to think with Nancy touching her like this, but she holds Steve’s gaze and widens her legs to Nancy’s wandering hands and says, “Yes.”
His throat bobs as he swallows, hands clutching the wheel that much tighter while he shifts in his seat. He peels away from the curb a second later, muttering a quiet, “Fuck,” under his breath that sends more heat through Chrissy.
With Nancy’s hand on her thigh and eventually mouth on her neck when they’re on a less occupied street, Chrissy can’t decide whether she wants the drive to last forever or for Steve to risk a ticket and drive even faster.
Faster, she decides. She wants more, everything, and they can’t give that to her while Steve is still in the driver’s seat.
Chrissy remembers Steve’s parents’ house—she’d been to a handful of his parties before he stopped throwing them. She’s somewhat surprised to have been brought somewhere completely different when they lead her inside and up some stairs to an unfamiliar bedroom.
She doesn’t mind; especially when Steve kisses her, pulling her in close enough that she can feel how hard he’d gotten on the drive. Knowing that they’re going to have all the privacy they need gives her peace of mind, making it easier to kiss him back.
Nancy crowds in close behind her, hands coming to rest on Chrissy’s waist. She remembers watching Steve do the same to her outside the gym and smiles against Steve’s mouth. Fingers curl around her skirt while she trails her nose across the back of Chrissy’s neck.
“You’re really sure about this?” shes asks softly, breath warm and wet against the shell of Chrissy’s ear. She asks like she knows the answer, her hands firm and sure where they hold Chrissy in place and her lips mouthing whichever part she can reach.
Steve straightens up just enough that he can look at her while he waits for her response, but he doesn’t put any significant amount of space between them. Even so, she knows that if she said so, they would stop, just as much as they both seem to know that she doesn’t want them to.
“So sure,” she says, surging up onto her toes and wrapping her arms around Steve’s neck while she kisses him.
He kisses her back like she’s what he needs to breathe and in return steals the breath right from her lungs. His hands slip under her shirt, warm and calloused and perfect against her skin. More than once this week, she’s imagined what they might feel like. None of her late night imaginings came close to how good it feels to have him pushing her shirt up and up until they have no choice but to stop kissing long enough to let him shove it the rest of the way off.
When it’s gone, he stares at her again. Nancy is still pressed in close at her back, chin tucked up and over one of her shoulders while Steve just looks. For the briefest moment, a wave of self-consciousness washes over Chrissy. Her mother’s voice in her head berates her for letting someone see what’s under her clothes before she’s trimmed her waistline down another size. Chrissy shakes the thoughts away easier than she ever has in her life because it’s hard to worry about anything when Steve and Nancy both can’t seem to keep their hands off of her.
They clearly like what they see, what they can feel, and that’s more than enough for the insecurity to fade into the background like it had never reared its ugly head in the first place.
“Fuck, Nance, she’s…” Steve trails off with a shake of his head before he kisses her again, cradling her head in his hands.
Nancy’s fingers tickle along her back, sending goosebumps trailing up her neck and undoing Chrissy’s bra.
“He’s right,” Nancy whispers against the back of her shoulder. Her hands smooth up and over Chrissy’s shoulders, pushing the straps down, brushing over her newly revealed breasts before dropping lower to slide under Chrissy’s skirt and panties. Heat pools low in Chrissy’s belly, her thighs pressing together to stave off the throbbing she feels between her legs. “You’re perfect.”
She’s so wet from all of Nancy’s teasing in the car that it’s a relief to finally have the rest of her clothes pushed off. It’s even more of a relief when Steve pulls away and takes his own shirt off next, like he can’t stand not being able to feel her, skin-to-skin, for another moment.
Chrissy understands; she feels the same. So much so that it’s easy to lean in and let herself touch, running her hands over Steve’s chest, pressing open mouth kisses along his collarbones, enjoying the taste of his skin on her tongue.
Nancy’s hands slide up her arms, eventually covering her hands and guiding them to Steve’s belt in silent permission. It’s a reassurance Chrissy hadn’t known she wanted, but it makes everything they’re doing that much better. This is something they all want; not a girlfriend trying to make her boyfriend happy, like she’s heard girls whisper about before.
Once his pants are halfway down, Chrissy finds herself being turned around. She’s not sure which of them does it, but it doesn’t matter. They only things that matter are the feeling of Nancy’s lips against hers and the tongue inside her mouth and how good it is. For all the ferocity poured into it, Nancy is still softer, but she kisses so much like Steve that it shoots straight down Chrissy’s spine and to her toes.
Feeling bolder now, Chrissy reaches out, sliding her hands beneath Nancy’s top and bra, relishing the soft sound Nancy makes inside her mouth. She wants more of that, but Nancy’s pulls away before she can find out how. It feels like Chrissy blinks and Nancy’s shirt and bra are gone, taken off in a flurry of impatience she’s not used to seeing from Nancy.
Steve wraps his hands around Chrissy, drawing her with him onto the bed. They watch Nancy kick out of the rest of her clothes together. Chrissy feels Steve’s chuckle as much as she hears it, with his arms wrapped around her front and holding her close to his chest.
“Don’t take it personally,” he says, his lips moving against one of Chrissy’s cheeks while he speaks. His hands begin to roam, sliding over her arms, up her sides, across her chest and stomach, until Chrissy is breathing hard and squirming against him. “Patience isn’t Nancy’s strong suit.”
“Shut up.” Fabric flies at them both, half covering Chrissy’s face, but fully covering Steve’s. Laughter bubbles out of her before she can stop it. She only laughs harder at how wild Steve’s hair looks when he tugs Nancy’s shirt off of them both. “Sorry, didn’t mean to get you, too, Chrissy.”
“It’s okay,” she says when she’s caught her breath again. Amusement is plain as day on Nancy’s face and somehow it makes her even more attractive.
“You are a menace,” Steve says without a hint of bite in his tone. His hands begin to tickle over Chrissy again, sending tingles down her arms and the throbbing between her legs starts again.
“You love me,” Nancy says with easy confidence and Chrissy doesn’t need to look back to know that Steve’s smiling, soft and loving. It’s the smile he always has when Chrissy sees them together.
“I do.”
Chrissy bites her lip, muffling the sound trying to escape when Nancy kneels over her, not wanting to interrupt their moment. While she might have expected to feel jealous, she really doesn’t. How can she, when she knew going into this that they love each other? She doesn’t feel like she’s intruding, though, either—they both jumped at the chance to include her when she made it clear she was interested. Steve is touching her like he can’t get enough and Chrissy’s lips are still tingling from Nancy’s kisses.
They want her here.
But she still wants them to enjoy their moment as long as they want. Somehow, it’s almost more intimate to witness than to be lying naked between them.
And besides, it gives her the chance to take in the naked form of Nancy Wheeler, kneeling on the bed, all pale, beautiful skin, and Chrissy wants to take it all in while she can.
A soft smile still stretched across Nancy’s face, she looks down and meets Chrissy’s eyes. Her own seem to darken as she watches Chrissy lose the fight to keep quiet when Steve’s hand slips down between her legs.
“Mmm, you’re so sensitive.” Nancy leans in, pressing Chrissy firmly down against Steve and brushing her hand up Chrissy’s stomach. “I wonder…”
She mouths along Chrissy’s breast and licks across her nipple before sucking it into her mouth. Chrissy cries out in surprise, jolting up as far as she can while held in place. Nancy moans and the sound looks right back, turning Chrissy on in turn.
Behind her, Steve shifts, humping against her back in jerky movements. There’s not much else he can do with how Nancy has them pinned together.
Licking her lips, Chrissy turns her head, nudging her nose against Steve’s jaw. “I want you to fuck me.”
He groans, a long drawn out sound that shoots through her just as much as Nancy’s moan had. Chrissy has never been so wet in her life. The aching throb between her legs is stronger than she knew was possible; it feels like she’ll die if something isn’t inside her and soon.
“Nance, can we—”
“Shit, yes, I want that so bad,” Nancy says, already moving off of them and to the side of the bed. “You’re going to look so good together.”
The desire in Nancy’s voice is amazing. She sounds like there’s nothing she wants more than to watch her boyfriend fuck Chrissy into the mattress. It would be impossible to believe if Chrissy wasn’t living right in this moment.
Steve slips them over, covering her body with his own and kissing her again. She curls her hands in his hair, her grip going even tighter when she slips his hand between her legs, fingers teasing at her folds. That doesn’t seem to be enough for him, though, because he kisses down her neck and chest, further down, down, down until suddenly his tongue is where his fingers had just been.
“Steve,” she gasps, reaching down to grip at his shoulders, at the sheets, at anything she can get her hands on. Nancy moves in her periphery and Chrissy reaches for her, too, gripping her arm tight. She thinks Nancy smiles at her, but she can’t focus on anything but the fact that Steve Harrington is eating her out like he’s starving for it.
He doesn’t stop, staying in place like he knows how close Chrissy is, even when Nancy tugs gently on his hair and says his name. It’s only after she cums with a loud gasp that he lets Nancy’s pull him up. Staring at the ceiling through eyes that have gone hazy, Chrissy tries to catch her breath. Her heart beats fast and loud in her chest and in her ears while she turns, watching Nancy roll a condom on Steve’s dick with the ease of someone who’s done it before.
A lot.
They kiss once, sharing a quick smile, before Steve is back on top of Chrissy. The smile is still there when he rubs a thumb over her cheek. He touches her like she’s special, precious. A way she’d thought he might reserve only for Nancy. It feels incredible to be the center of his attention. She gets the feeling that a select number of people know what that’s like—even with all the sleeping around he’d done before Nancy, she can’t imagine he had this level of intensity with every single one of them.
“You’re amazing,” he says as she opens her legs wider, urging him closer.
Steve doesn’t waste time asking if she’s sure. He guides himself inside of her, taking his time, letting her breathe when it starts to feel like too much. She feels so full, but he lets her adjust, lets her get used to it before he starts to fuck her with sure, gentle thrusts. It’s unlike anything she’s ever imagined; can’t compared to the fingers she’s fucked herself with while thinking about both of them this week.
After a while, the gentleness becomes simultaneously too much and not enough. Draping her arms over his back to grip his shoulders, Chrissy digs her heels into his thighs.
“More,” she gasps. “Faster. Please.”
Nancy moves close, placing her hand on Chrissy’s cheek to turn her face towards her. The kiss they share is hard and deep and takes away what little breath Chrissy still had left. It’s almost too much when Nancy trailed her hand down between them until she can rub circles over Chrissy’s clit, sending jolts like electricity up her spine. Steve sucks at the skin around her neck and it’s the thought of what she’s going to look like the next day, hickeys dotted across her throat, the evidence of what they’ve done plain for everyone to see that tips her over the edge for a second time.
She doesn’t know how long it is before Steve cums, too, but it feels too soon when him finishing also means he’ll have to move.
In a bit of a daze, Chrissy is more breathing the same air as Nancy than kissing her back while Steve gets off of her. Since she doesn’t move, Chrissy figures Nancy doesn’t mind.
When she looks at Steve again, the condom is gone and he’s kissing down Nancy’s stomach and lower. Soon, it’s Nancy moaning his name against Chrissy’s cheek while he eats her out. Chrissy watches, fascinated at the rise and fall of Nancy’s chest, at the flush of color where there’s normally pale skin. She lifts herself up on her elbow, rubbing her legs together at the sight of Steve getting his girlfriend off with his mouth and fingers like he’s done it a million times because he probably has.
Nancy looks amazing like this, giving herself over to the feeling, head thrown back and neck bared for Chrissy to press open mouth kisses to. Fingers find their way into Chrissy’s hair, Nancy’s other hand already curled in Steve’s. She lets herself be held close while Nancy cums with a scream of Steve’s name.
Steve doesn’t let up until Nancy tugs at him with a soft whine that Chrissy wants to hear again and again and again. She could do this a hundred, a thousand more times, and never get enough of the sounds they make. She keeps watching them as Steve kisses Nancy with a mouth that’s shiny and wet and all the more tempting for it.
Chrissy can’t help but reach out and pull him close to kiss her next, eager to get a taste of Nancy for herself. He hums a delighted sound against her mouth, seeming all too happy to let her.
Their kiss settles down into something softer, lazier, until finally they’re done. Chrissy is happy to move when Nancy nudges her over. She’s even happier when she realizes it’s left a spot for Steve to stretch out on his back between the both of them.
He throws his arms over them, pulling them in to use his chest as a warm, moving pillow. Chrissy burrows her cheek against him with a happy sigh.
“That was amazing.”
“You’re amazing,” Nancy says, something like wonder in her voice.
“Amazing enough for an encore?” Steve asks with a smile, eyes closed and sounding like he’s already halfway to sleep.
It’s adorable.
Nancy watches her now, eyes darting over Chrissy’s face while she waits for an answer. Her lips stretch into a wide, relieved grin when Chrissy says, “Amazing enough for a lot more than that.”