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Aug. 30th, 2022 09:52 pmIt wasn't like they just jumped right into things. Steve Harrington was a sweet boy. A pretty boy. And Chrissy didn't care how often his face made both of their heads turn. She and Eddie weren't just diving in head first into trying to lure him in. It took a few times hanging out with Steve before they were able to even discuss what they wanted. In the end, they knew that this was something that would take time. So they invited Steve over to hang out and just had fun with him as a friend. Sure, they were a couple. But they never made him feel like a third wheel, and always tried to behave themselves when they were around him. Chrissy liked to think that they really couldn't help stealing a kiss or two in Steve's presence.
It was like advertising what a hot couple they were, as well as a silent invitation for him to show interest. If Steve ever did show that interest, neither of them caught it.
Eventually, with neither of them feeling they could just bring up their mutual attraction to him out of the blue, things fell to the wayside. They continued to hang out with Steve and he was their friend. They smoked and played games and went out on the town, and spent nights laughing and talking. They also happened to do a lot of drinking.
One night when they all were completely wasted, Eddie having gotten them into a dive bar a town over. There was a great band playing, and Chrissy had drunkenly led the boys out to jump around and dance for most of the night. They were sitting on a torn up leather couch over in the corner of the bar, Chrissy and Eddie making out with little regard to the fact that Steve was sitting on the other side of Eddie. She was left a little dazed when Eddie pulled away, saying something to Steve that she didn't catch fully. All she knew was that he had asked the other guy to step in for him while he went to the bathroom. And Chrissy, with as drunk as she was, thought this was an amazing idea.
"I'll take care of him!" Chrissy called out, even though Eddie had asked Steve to take care of her.
Without wasting any time at all, she slid her way right across the couch, the leather only seeming to make the movement more smooth for her. Steve smelled like a mixture of alcohol and his cologne as she leaned in close, not shy at all as she kissed him. Her hand pressed against his shoulder, almost anchoring him to her as she tested the waters. Obviously if he wasn't into it, she would back off. But with the opportunity presenting itself, she knew she'd regret not taking it.
It was like advertising what a hot couple they were, as well as a silent invitation for him to show interest. If Steve ever did show that interest, neither of them caught it.
Eventually, with neither of them feeling they could just bring up their mutual attraction to him out of the blue, things fell to the wayside. They continued to hang out with Steve and he was their friend. They smoked and played games and went out on the town, and spent nights laughing and talking. They also happened to do a lot of drinking.
One night when they all were completely wasted, Eddie having gotten them into a dive bar a town over. There was a great band playing, and Chrissy had drunkenly led the boys out to jump around and dance for most of the night. They were sitting on a torn up leather couch over in the corner of the bar, Chrissy and Eddie making out with little regard to the fact that Steve was sitting on the other side of Eddie. She was left a little dazed when Eddie pulled away, saying something to Steve that she didn't catch fully. All she knew was that he had asked the other guy to step in for him while he went to the bathroom. And Chrissy, with as drunk as she was, thought this was an amazing idea.
"I'll take care of him!" Chrissy called out, even though Eddie had asked Steve to take care of her.
Without wasting any time at all, she slid her way right across the couch, the leather only seeming to make the movement more smooth for her. Steve smelled like a mixture of alcohol and his cologne as she leaned in close, not shy at all as she kissed him. Her hand pressed against his shoulder, almost anchoring him to her as she tested the waters. Obviously if he wasn't into it, she would back off. But with the opportunity presenting itself, she knew she'd regret not taking it.
