i miss my husband steve so can i request him with the prompt; “are you sure this is a good idea?” 😉
omg yess emi!! you know i will never pass up on a steve fic!! also this is semi-inspired by dirty dancing because i just love that film so much
a rampage of white-foamed water crashes and swirls down the rocks of the river just up ahead in the small clearing in the forest. hawkins never has much to do in the summer, so you and your boyfriend always find something unusual yet memorable to keep yourselves occupied.
"come on, we're almost there," you urge eagerly as steve trails behind you, your hand in his the only thing keeping him from tripping on the stones and tree roots beneath his feet.
"jeez, babe," steve stops right at the river's edge and catches his breath, wiping sweat from his forehead and running his hand through his hair in that way only steve does. "you're trying to kill me out here."
you roll your eyes playfully, taking steve's hands in both of yours and leaning up tall on your tiptoes to place a lone kiss to his cheek. a smile appears promptly on his lips, and he leans down to kiss yours chastely.
your eyes flutter open and with a soft gaze, you let go of steve's hands and carefully pad over to the log above the river, supported only by the ground on either end.
steve steps forward slowly, his protective instincts kicking in. "whatcha doin', sweetheart?" he asks with a nervous lilt to his tone. it makes you giggle.
you motion your head towards yourself. "come here," you insist, stepping out closer to the middle of the log, the river's waves flowing beneath you.
steve's brows furrow. "babe, that looks dangerous," he counters. his feet near the edge of the log, prepared to catch you if you stumble.
"oh, come on, debby downer!" you press, reaching your hands out for him to take. "it's fun."
with one long sigh, because steve can never say no to you, he takes your hands in his and steps slowly with one foot onto the log. his steps are measured, careful as to not put too much weight next to you and cause the wood to snap.
"are you sure this is a good idea?" steve continues to ask, as if you saying that it is would make him less worried. your eyes beam up at him in between steps, and once you reach the middle of the log, your feet stop.
"it's a great idea," you reply, lifting your interlaced hands and twirling slowly in place—a signal to dance.
steve's palms find your waist, holding you steady. a small chuckle breaks through his lips. "you're something else, y'know that?" he teases, but sways with you so gently it almost isn't a movement at all.
you hum. "yeah, but you love it," you banter, your hands finding his broad shoulders.
steve leans down to place a kiss on your hairline. "yeah. i do."
