[Things start to feel a lot more real the second the tv is turned off. There's no movie playing in the background, no noise to distract them. She can hear the sound of their combined breaths, all a little faster and heavier now. Want has a way of doing that to people, she's learned. It was never like that before, but with Eddie it's a constant state of any little touch making her pant for more. It seems that's the case with Steve too, because wow?
He's a good kisser, even when he's high and taken by surprise. She imagines what it might be like if he's prepared for it. Of course she doesn't expect that they'll get the chance. He's probably going to freak out any second now and call them freaks and they'll never hear from him again. Chrissy braces herself for that, tells herself that maybe she'd do the same thing if she were in his position. But she knows it isn't likely she'll ever be put in a position where two people are lusting after her and want her —
No matter how many times she might have touched herself to the fantasy of both Steve and Eddie indulging her every whim. Those little fantasies always start out just like this. The reality is far better than anything her imagination could've come up with. Seeing Steve Harrington look so ruffled and uncertain after kissing her boyfriend apparently does a number on her. Chrissy's caught somewhere between amusement and a heightened awareness of arousal when she looks between them.
Yeah, she thinks. These are her boys. Only one of them knows it for sure, but the other will be made aware before the end of the night.
She tries to cover her certainty with a laugh, because good girls aren't so sure that they'll wind up with two boyfriends wrapped around their finger. Then again, good girls don't shotgun smoke from their boyfriend's mouth, and they definitely don't entice pretty boys with perfectly pullable hair and the softest lips she's ever seen. She's definitely pleased to know now that they feel as soft as she imagined. And taste even better, although it's different than what she's used to with Eddie. Not bad, not better. Just different.]
I'm pretty sure we're all really horny, Steve. [Her thumb brushes against his lower lip, dropping down to touch at his chin. As her touch slips away completely, she's leaning in to kiss Eddie. It's far less tentative, familiarity and the intimacy between them allowing her to seem like she might devour him whole if things draw out for too long.
They don't, of course, since this is about Steve. It's about Eddie too, always about him. And it's about her as well, she gets that. But it's Steve that they're winning over here. Because of that, it's about putting him at ease. Maybe her kissing Eddie will do that, or maybe it will seem like she's trying to lay claim to him. Which she's not, she'd never try to assume she's forceful enough to tell Eddie who he belongs to.
It just so happens that in this case, he's definitely hers. But he can be Steve's too, she thinks. Even if it's just for tonight. He's a nice guy. He won't turn them down. She briefly nips at Eddie's lower lip as she breaks away, and realizes that her hand is on Steve's knee, rubbing reassuring circles against him.]
But this isn't a dream. We both want you.
[This part isn't as awkward as she thought it'd be. But she realizes that she has no idea what comes next. In her fantasies, things just naturally happen. Clearly, that's not what's going to happen here.]
However you want that to look like.
[It's probably important to let him make the choice on how to engage from this point.]
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He's a good kisser, even when he's high and taken by surprise. She imagines what it might be like if he's prepared for it. Of course she doesn't expect that they'll get the chance. He's probably going to freak out any second now and call them freaks and they'll never hear from him again. Chrissy braces herself for that, tells herself that maybe she'd do the same thing if she were in his position. But she knows it isn't likely she'll ever be put in a position where two people are lusting after her and want her —
No matter how many times she might have touched herself to the fantasy of both Steve and Eddie indulging her every whim. Those little fantasies always start out just like this. The reality is far better than anything her imagination could've come up with. Seeing Steve Harrington look so ruffled and uncertain after kissing her boyfriend apparently does a number on her. Chrissy's caught somewhere between amusement and a heightened awareness of arousal when she looks between them.
Yeah, she thinks. These are her boys. Only one of them knows it for sure, but the other will be made aware before the end of the night.
She tries to cover her certainty with a laugh, because good girls aren't so sure that they'll wind up with two boyfriends wrapped around their finger. Then again, good girls don't shotgun smoke from their boyfriend's mouth, and they definitely don't entice pretty boys with perfectly pullable hair and the softest lips she's ever seen. She's definitely pleased to know now that they feel as soft as she imagined. And taste even better, although it's different than what she's used to with Eddie. Not bad, not better. Just different.]
I'm pretty sure we're all really horny, Steve. [Her thumb brushes against his lower lip, dropping down to touch at his chin. As her touch slips away completely, she's leaning in to kiss Eddie. It's far less tentative, familiarity and the intimacy between them allowing her to seem like she might devour him whole if things draw out for too long.
They don't, of course, since this is about Steve. It's about Eddie too, always about him. And it's about her as well, she gets that. But it's Steve that they're winning over here. Because of that, it's about putting him at ease. Maybe her kissing Eddie will do that, or maybe it will seem like she's trying to lay claim to him. Which she's not, she'd never try to assume she's forceful enough to tell Eddie who he belongs to.
It just so happens that in this case, he's definitely hers. But he can be Steve's too, she thinks. Even if it's just for tonight. He's a nice guy. He won't turn them down. She briefly nips at Eddie's lower lip as she breaks away, and realizes that her hand is on Steve's knee, rubbing reassuring circles against him.]
But this isn't a dream. We both want you.
[This part isn't as awkward as she thought it'd be. But she realizes that she has no idea what comes next. In her fantasies, things just naturally happen. Clearly, that's not what's going to happen here.]
However you want that to look like.
[It's probably important to let him make the choice on how to engage from this point.]