A/N: There’s not nearly enough Stancy × Reader content on Tumblr & AO3. And I love both of them so why not both of them at the same damn time? (Black!Reader of course)
You had been a bit of a tease tonight when you guys were getting ready to go to the club with the rest of the group. You had been bending over, making innuendos, and giving bedroom eyes the entire time. You even grinded in Nancy's lap while doing her graphic eyeliner, acting coy at her furrowing her brows.
And now, wearing your low cut halter top mini dress that hugged your curves and showed off your cleavage. It was in a glittering black fabric that sparkled in the light that you paired with your favorite black gogo boots and silver jewlery. Your hair teased and curled to perfection.You looked like a dream.
Steve and Nancy told you as much, though Nancy almost didn't want to go out tonight. Your pouting and Steve's begging was enough to convince her otherwise.
But then, while you, Robin, Nancy and Chrissy were dancing, some smug asshole tried feeling you up after you bumped into him. Nancy saw red and throat punched the guy before dragging you out the club, Steve hot on your heels.
Which leads you to now. Your perfect makeup has long been ruined. Your mascara and eyeliner running black tears down your face and your lipstick smudged across all of your faces.
"OH, fu-fuck!" You mewl at a particularly harsh thrust from Nancy's big and thick strap hitting your g spot with ease.
Your thighs quiver and twitch like they’re about to shut."Nuh uh, no shutting your thighs, slut. You've been teasing us all fucking night. You're gonna take it all fucking night. Steve hold her thighs open," Nancy growled as she snapped her hips even harder.
Steve's hands slip from where they were pawing at your breasts to the back of your thighs, pulling you up and back. The change in angle making his still hard cock go deeper in your ass, making you whine. Steve cooed sympathetically in your ear, kissing your bare shoulder as he held your thighs wide open. Before resuming his steady yet deep thrusts.
You sobbed the closer you got to your orgasm. Thighs twitching in Steve's hold but unable to move otherwise and only able to take everything Nancy and Steve gave you.
"Awe would you look at that Stevie, our girl's crying from how good it feels! How pathetic, you get some cock in you and it makes you such a cry baby." Nancy coos condescendingly at you.
"She's so pretty when she cries though Nance, she just can't say how good it feels because we're fucking her dumb. Isn't that right honey?" Steve says softly as he trails hot kisses up your neck.
You whine and nod through your tears as you pant harshly. Steve's thrusts matching Nancy's brutal pace and stretching your poor ass.
"I beg to differ, this little slut can speak if you make her. Tell us how good we feel inside your tight holes," Nancy demands as she grips your face harshly, squeezing your cheeks.
"You know the rules, good girls beg for it," Nancy reminds you as she slaps your clit, causing you to jolt.
"Please, please, please! Wanna be your good girl!" You moan out as you toes begin to curl as you try to stave off your orgasm.
Nancy's thrusts get even faster as she grips your throat, whispering in your ear "Cum for us slut," as she squeezes just enough to make your breathing stutter slightly as your eyes roll back.
You squeal and gasp as you squirt and clench around their cocks. You hear Steve groan and warmth flood your ass as he groans roughly. Nancy moans prettily in your ear as she cums too, her clit having been simulated by the strapon harness.
"Thank you, thank you," you chant over and over in a hoarse voice.
But, even though you're slumped over in a mass of tangled limbs and post coital bliss, Nancy isn't satisfied and neither is Steve from the way you feel him begin to harden again inside you.
"The night's far from over, baby" Nancy says in a cloyingly sweet voice. As Steve begins to kiss and bite at your shoulder and palm your heaving chest one more.
You sigh weakly, praying for your poor holes and thankful that you'll have the weekend to recover your ability to walk.
Guilty As Sin - solarismoons - Stranger Things (TV 2016) [Archive of Our Own]
so... i wrote an insanely freaky stancy smut. I kinda held back a little in invisible string, so I decided to just go all in here. I think it's fueled by my pure hatred for the duffers as well as jonathans character.
warning, if u don't like cheating fics i'd skip out on this one.
The Cumpetition - Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington x Nancy Wheeler ~ Finished Oneshot ❤️🔥NSFW
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A/N: I wrote this fic a year or so ago for a fanfiction themed party, and the directions were to include some cringe phrases, so there are some silly words in this one, but it's not bad to the point of unenjoyable. The timeline is extremely skewed, and it's obviously kind of au - supposed to be after Steve has graduated and all characters are assumed over 18! CW: virgin!Eddie, Stancy, house party, underage drinking, and SMUT SMUT SMUT. Thank you so much for reading, and I'm always happy with any feedback/comments you may have, but please know this one was just for fun. 😅
NSFW BELOW THE CUT, 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, PLEASE ✨
“I don’t know, Nance,” Steve said, leaning up against the locker beside Nancy’s as she rummaged through her books. “He’s really not who I thought he was. You’ll see if you just let him come to the party. Give him a chance.” Nancy rolled her eyes at his pleading. For the last week, all anyone has heard from Steve is how misunderstood and potentially amazing Eddie Munson is. After his assistance in keeping The Party alive through the last encounter with the Upside Down, Eddie was a hero in Steve’s eyes.
“This is his third senior year, Steve,” Nancy said with an exasperated sigh. “He’s hardly as sharp as you make him sound. Plus, you’ve seen the way he acts at school. This isn’t his kind of scene.”
“How do you know what his kind of scene is, anyway?” Steve asked, a smug smirk forming in the right corner of his mouth. He was teasing her again about the previous weekend. She tried to shake the image of a drunken Nancy being rescued from the bedroom eyes of Tommy Hagan at a house party, whisked away on a motorcycle and half-carried to her front door. She had no memory of how she had gotten home that night, but apparently Eddie had filled Steve in after he dropped her off at home, telling him Nancy was perfectly safe and untouched.
“Fine,” Nancy said firmly. “Invite him.” She closed her locker and turned to face Steve. “But he can’t bring any of his friends, and he can’t sell drugs at my house.”
“Can he give them away for free?” Steve received a harsh fist to the shoulder for his joke as he and Nancy turned to make their way down the hall and out of the school.
XXXX ONE HOUR LATER XXXX
“You want me to go to a party at Nancy Wheeler’s house?” Eddie let out a short, theatrical cackle. “You’re sending me into the belly of the beast. You know that, right?” he asked as he perched on the hood of Steve’s car. Eddie’s driveway wasn’t much of a driveway -- more like a flat expanse of dust in front of the double-wide trailer he and his uncle shared.
“Just trust me. It’s not as bad as you think it is,” Steve reassured, unfolding his arms and sitting next to Eddie on the hood. “Besides, I’ll be there. I’ll make sure no one gives you any shit, and we’ll have a good time.” Eddie’s eyes fixated on Steve’s as he mulled it over for a moment.
“As long as you’ll be there to protect me,” he replied sarcastically, an exaggerated pout on his lips. Steve pushed his famous hair back into place, running a hand all the way through the luscious pompadour, completely oblivious to the fact that Eddie’s intense gaze didn’t leave him for a second.
“Look, if it really sounds that horrible, then don’t come. Sorry I asked.” Steve pushed himself off the hood and made his way to the driver’s side door, his disappointment hanging heavy in the air like dense fog.
“Wait,” Eddie replied, jumping off the hood and taking a step closer to Steve. “If you really want me to come, I’ll be there,” he said, giving Steve’s left shoulder a clap. “Eight o’clock?”
“Eight o’clock,” Steve replied. “And don’t be early. Nancy’s folks would lose it if they knew she was having us all over on a school night.”
“Copy that, Harrington. See you later.”
Steve watched Eddie walk away toward his trailer, but not long enough for him to notice. He situated himself in his car and adjusted his rear view mirror to watch the rest of Eddie’s trek to the front door. He pushed the cassette tape into the slot in his car stereo and backed out of the driveway, bobbing his head to Dokken’s Into the Fire. Eddie was right: this is music.
XXXX 8:45 PM XXXX
Eddie slunk his way through the Wheelers’ living room, making himself small enough to squeeze in between groups of people who were all drinking, laughing, and talking loudly over the sound of Motley Crue’s Shout at the Devil. He was painfully aware of the sharp stares he was receiving from each person who recognized him amongst the crowd. Sighing to himself and accepting his outsider status, he dipped a solo cup into the punch bowl on the kitchen counter and sauntered toward the back door.
“PURE FUEL!!!” An inebriated boy’s voice resounded over the music as Eddie crossed the threshold into the back yard. He spotted The Hair.
Steve noticed a change in the mob around him, everyone beginning to stare and point and whisper about the boy in the Dio vest wearing too many rings. Steve locked eyes with Eddie who raised his solo cup awkwardly in greeting.
“Steve!!” Robin snapped her fingers in front of Steve’s face, regaining his attention just long enough for him to excuse himself from their conversation. He made his way through the crowd as Eddie jumped down from the deck onto the lawn, completely ignoring the stairs next to him. Steve’s heart fluttered in his chest at the small act of rebelliousness.
“You came!” Steve didn’t try to hide his excitement at all. Realizing he didn’t quite know what to do with his hands, he hastily stuffed them in his pockets and stood awkwardly, hoping Eddie wouldn’t notice his sudden lack of confidence.
“I said I’d come for you, Harrington. I am a man of my word,” Eddie proclaimed loudly, sticking out his now punch-red tongue in jest. “So! Where’s the good time you promised me?”
“Right this way,” Steve gestured to a free keg, a wide grin spread across his face.
The two boys sat on the grass in a corner of the yard by a keg and claimed it as their own, Eddie occasionally jumping up, sticking out his tongue, screeching, and giving himself devil horns with his hands so as to ward off anyone who dared try to sample their commandeered riches.
Nancy watched them from a distance. She couldn’t help but feel a little left out. Steve had been by her side constantly since they got back together, and all of a sudden, the only thing he cared about was integrating Eddie into his life.
XXXX 1:00 AM XXXX
As the last few people made their way out the door, Nancy closed and locked it behind them. The house was a disaster, but she would figure out how to handle that after school tomorrow. Her parents wouldn’t be home for another couple of days, and she wanted to spend some alone time with Steve now that everyone had cleared out. She hadn’t even spoken to him since the start of the party because he was too busy ogling Eddie Munson to pay her any attention.
Nancy closed the patio door behind her and instantly spotted Steve sitting by the pool, feet dangling in the water, taking a swig from a bottle of Jameson...and handing it over to Eddie who was doing the same. Nancy scoffed. She had held up her end of the bargain. She invited Munson to her party, but she didn’t promise to make friends or even talk to him. After being ignored all night, Nancy was beginning to boil over.
“Hey, Nance!” Steve waved her over, holding out the bottle to her. “Come sit!” He was obviously intoxicated, pieces of hair falling into his eyes and a goofy grin plastered on his face. She decided it was better not to fight, especially in front of someone as unpredictable as Eddie. Nancy unfolded her arms and walked over to the two boys, taking the bottle from Steve and gulping down enough whiskey to tolerate the impending conversation.
“Hi, Nancy,” Eddie said, watching her intently as she fearlessly swallowed her last mouthful of potent liquor and wiped her mouth with her sleeve.
“Hi.” Nancy took a seat next to Steve, dipping her feet into the pool.
“It was nice of you to invite me,” Eddie said through a cheeky smile as he side eyed Steve.
“Like I had a choice,” she started. Remembering her decision to avoid a fight with Steve, she added, “Either way, I’m glad you came. Any friend of Steve’s is welcome here.”
“I’ll cheers to that,” Eddie replied, taking a healthy swig from the bottle and passing it back to Steve.
The whiskey made its way down the line and back again several times as the trio bonded over conversations about school, Russian government secrets, teachers, friends, and overall life.
When the bottle was empty, Steve stood up and threw it against the fence behind them and cheered when it shattered into thousands of tiny pieces. Nancy and Eddie were happily warm with alcohol and echoed his victory shout. Steve hurled off his shirt and flexed in triumph, his drunken giggles permeating the quiet night.
Eddie jumped to his feet. He slipped out of his vest and folded it neatly, setting it down on the patio table. He shedded his own shirt and charged at Steve, tackling him to the ground with an “OOF!” as the air was forced out of him. They laughed hysterically as they rough housed on the ground until they were both out of breath.
Nancy found herself staring at the two shirtless boys giggling and half-assed sparring on the ground -- flesh all a-mesh, and out of nowhere, she ached to be part of it.
“Steve! I think it’s time,” she said, giving him that look. Steve knew exactly what she meant, but he was having a great night, and he would feel awful asking Eddie to leave.
“What’s that mean?” Eddie teased sarcastically, poking Steve’s cheek a little too hard.
“If you’ve ever been with a girl, you know exactly what that means,” Steve replied, bumping his eyebrows up and down suggestively.
“Oh, I have. Sort of. In a way.” Eddie stammered and shifted awkwardly, standing up and gathering his vest. He knew it was time to leave, and he didn’t want to have to explain that “sort of, in a way” meant he received a botched toothy blowjob in the back of his van from a girl he met at a concert and cried after he dropped her off at home.
Nancy’s new adventurous streak took hold of her. She quietly appeared next to Eddie and looked into his anxious eyes. Keeping eye contact, she gently freed his vest from his grasp and set it back down on the patio table. She took in the sight of him: his long, dark hair framing his face; his brown eyes wide with fear and a touch of curiosity; his height ultra-apparent now that they stood so close to each other; the faint trace of his abs outlined by the shadows of the night.
“Sort of, in a way, do you want to help Steve...take care of me tonight? It’s been a really long day, and maybe we can, you know, teach you some stuff.” Nancy’s gaze turned sultry as she closed the distance between them with every word. She shot a look at Steve who raised his eyebrows in surprise and finally shrugged. He never expected things to go this way, but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t into it, no matter how weird he might feel tomorrow.
“Uh...Steve?” Eddie’s anxiety peaked as he stared at Steve in disbelief. Steve gave him a smirk and a nod and started toward the back door as Nancy pulled Eddie into a deep, slow, entrancing kiss.
XXXX 10 MINUTES LATER XXXX
“You guys are sure you want to do this?” Eddie asked for what felt like the hundredth time.
“Look, man, if you don’t want to, you don’t have to. But we’re going to, whether you stick around or not,” Steve replied, kicking his pants aside and removing his watch.
“Eddie.” Before he could respond, Nancy put her hands on his shoulders and turned him to face her. “It’s okay. Really,” she said with a sweet smile. Eddie returned the smile and let out a sigh as he shrugged. His innocence was like fuel to the hungry fire growing inside of Nancy.
She gently grabbed his hand and slowly raised it up to her face, grazing it ever so softly against her cheek and lips. Taking his pointer finger all the way into her mouth, she sucked the gaudy, silver ring until it came loose, moved up his finger with her lips and dropped behind her teeth as she unsheathed his digit from her oral caress. She smiled as she took the ring from between her teeth and handed it over her shoulder to Steve, who placed it lightly on the nightstand beside the bed.
“Don’t worry, Munson. It won’t be so serious,” Steve reassured. “We can make it a game or a competition or whatever. Give you something to focus on besides not cumming,” he joked.
“A CUMpetition!” Eddie exclaimed.
“Hey, that’s pretty good. CUMpetition,” Steve praised and giggled as Eddie smiled proudly at his newly invented word.
“Whoever cums first loses?” Eddie suggested. “What’s the wager?”
“Or whoever makes me cum the most wins,” Nancy chimed in, now sprawling out on the bed, completely unclothed. “And I’ll let the winner cum inside my mouth. Spitters are quitters.” The devious edge to her grin evoked total seriousness.
Both boys’ eyes widened as they realized they were still standing on either side of the bed in their underwear, fantasizing about the prize Nancy just offered them.
Nancy sighed and propped herself up on her hands and knees, arching her back and offering up her perfect, peachy asscheeks to Steve. “Steeeeeeeve,” she whined impatiently. “Please just do something! I’m already so wet.” she moved her hips from side to side, enticing Steve to touch her. He instantly complied, sliding his hands over and over her soft skin, up the arch of her back, down and around her asscheeks, and finally, dragging a finger up and down her glistening pussy lips.
“Mmmmhmmmmmm,” she drawled, her voice oozing with pleasure. “I can’t wait to see what you’re hiding in there, Eddie,” Nancy teased, pointing to Eddie’s obvious erection still contained in his briefs. She motioned for him to come closer as Steve continued to trace up and down her wetness, occasionally pausing to lick her nectar from his fingertips.
Eddie approached the edge of the bed so Nancy could reach him. She tucked her fingers into his waistband, sliding them side to side, feeling his hip bones beneath the warm flesh. Eddie shuddered at the feeling and let his head fall back as he closed his eyes, allowing himself to take in every sensation.
Nancy hooked her fingers into the elastic and slid Eddie’s briefs off, letting them fall lifelessly to the floor. She was shocked as his diametrically intimidating, velvety smooth, circumcised cock sprung upwards just an inch or two from her nose, all ten inches throbbing, the lustrous tip already dripping with pre cum.
“Oh...my god,” she murmured as she stared in awe at the size of the stately member before her. “I’ve never seen anyone this big before.”
“Is it...okay?” Eddie asked, suddenly feeling shy. He didn’t expect this reaction, but then again, he didn’t have much to compare to for expectations.
Nancy could only respond by nodding slowly, her mouth watering at the sight before her. She leaned forward and gave the crown of Eddie’s love gun a long, slow lick, her tongue flat against the smooth, hot cockflesh. Nancy finished her first taste and stared up into Eddie’s eyes, mouth still hanging open.
“So that’s what that’s supposed to feel like,” Eddie concluded with a grin, finally relaxing a bit.
And with that, Steve discarded his underwear and pushed his entire bare length into Nancy’s starving pussy with a slow, firm thrust.
Nancy’s mouth fell wide open as she let out a long, low moan. Moving forward with Steve’s thrust, she took Eddie completely into her mouth, licking back and forth up the underside of his shaft as she did so. Hearing him slowly deflate his lungs, she took that as a sign to keep going. She used the rhythm of Steve’s thrusts to let her mouth move over Eddie’s sleek, pulsating rod a few more times.
Upon discovering she could control the pace, Nancy moved herself back and forth on her hands and knees, feeling Steve’s perfect boyfriend dick glide over her G-spot every time while she sucked her cheeks in around Eddie’s massively robust joystick as it slipped down her throat and back up repeatedly, making her eyes water.
Everyone’s breathing became ragged and the room felt hotter, but nobody seemed to notice. Steve was surprised to look up from Nancy’s handiwork and meet Eddie’s gaze. Eddie had one hand gently grasping Nancy’s hair as a low moan escaped his lips, his eyes pleading with Steve to ramp up the pleasure.
Steve kept one hand on Nancy’s hip and pulled himself deeper inside her as he adjusted his stance, kneeling onto the bed behind her. He used his other hand to reach around the back of Eddie’s neck and pulled him into a hot, needy kiss, their tongues doing a desperate dance-fight tango as they locked lips over and over and over again to the soundtrack of the trio of moans filling the space around them.
Nancy no longer cared about the mess in the house or making it to school tomorrow...or the next day, for that matter. All she wanted was more of this and more of them. And she knew now that the three of them would be particularly tight-knit comrades -- tighter than she could ever hope to be again after her new-found friendship with Eddie Munson.
Stancy. Explicit. Inspired by the song of the same name by Jozef Salvat
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Steve takes a deep, chlorine-scented breath, and gazes over at Nancy. The fluorescents bouncing off the ripples of his pool are turning her skin to a lightshow. Laying back in her baby blue bikini, she makes for a good show. When he eventually gazes his way to her face, he sees she’s staring sightlessly up at the stars. A little furrow forms between her brows.
“Hey,” he says softly, and she blinks, comes back to Earth. “If you need to not be here . . .”
She sits up. “No,” she replies, with a little shake of her curls. “I’m fine.” She smiles quickly, as if that proves it.
“If you say so,” he says. “Wanna get in?”
She crinkles her nose. “Is the heat on?” she asks.
“Mm-hmm,” he confirms, and gets up out of his lounger. He pads over to the edge and dips a big toe. “Ahh,” he sighs. “Like bathwater.”
She narrows her eyes. “Are you lying?”
“Never!” he says, though his grin casts some doubt. “Don’t you trust me?”
“Of course, I trust you,” she says seriously, and her lower lip protrudes in a barely-there pout. He likes that, tucks it away in his pocket for later.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” He takes a running start and dives into the deep end. Bathwater might’ve been pushing it, but it’s nice. Real nice. He surfaces with a splash and flips his hair out of his face. He looks over, and she’s watching, but she’s not moving. “Oh, you gotta get in, Nance,” he calls. “It’s perfect.” He waits, treads water, until finally, she stands. He wolf-whistles.
“Shut up,” she says, and smiles down at her pink-painted toes.
“Come in and make me,” he says, and swims for the shallow end. When he comes up, she’s sitting with her feet dangling in the water. He stands, and it comes up just short of his waist. He moves between her legs, lets his belly rest against the cool tile.
“It’s nice,” she agrees.
“Told you.” He lays his wet hands on her smooth, dry thighs, and she drapes her arms over his shoulders. He bows his head and kisses her quickly, raining pool water from his hair.
“You taste like chlorine,” she murmurs.
He nods. “Swimming pool,” he says, stating the obvious. He leans in to kiss her again, not quickly, and she tastes like strawberry ice cream. He lets his teeth graze her lip as he pulls away. “Ready?”
She wraps her arms around his neck, and crosses her ankles behind his back. “Are you gonna dunk me?” she whispers.
He grabs her around the waist. “Definitely,” he says, and kicks them both backwards into the water. She shrieks, and struggles like a bag of cats, and his ass hits the bottom hard enough to bounce. They come up laughing, and she smiles up at him with big, shiny eyes.
“There goes my makeup,” she says, thumbing the remains of her mascara from her face.
He shakes his head. “You’re beautiful.”
“You’re just saying that.”
He sweeps a dripping curl out of her face. “I’ve been saying. When are you gonna believe me?” Her gaze drops, and he saves her having to answer with another kiss. He grabs her beneath the thighs and she jumps up, wrapping her legs around him. He pulls her in closer, lets her feel how hard he is through their swimsuits. Her mouth opens in a gasp, and her nails dig in where they’re holding on to him. He hisses.
“Take me to bed,” she whispers, and in that moment, it’s the sweetest thing she’s ever said. He does a decent job of keeping to his feet, walking them to the edge of the pool while she’s wrapped around him like a towel. Only then he climbs out and she starts squirming against his cock, and the furthest his legs will take him is his lounger. Getting horizontal only makes the squirming worse.
“Jesus,” he mutters, as she sucks at the skin in the crook of his neck. “What’s got into you?” She rolls her hips, and now his mouth falls open.
She grins at him. “I believe you,” she says, and resumes kissing him. She keeps kissing, keeps rolling, keeps whimpering sweet little sounds of effort into his mouth, until he has to stop her, pushing her thighs to arm’s length, holding her there.
“You’re gonna make me cum,” he pants. She bites her lip, smiles wolfishly. He tucks that away for later, too. She gets up on her knees and slowly, excruciatingly slowly, pulls apart the strings holding her bikini top together, and lets it drop to the ground. The resulting lightshow is a knockout, and his dick does a little jump in his trunks, and he reaches to untie her bikini bottoms. They land on the ground next to her top. He whistles again. She doesn’t look away. “Well, that’s not helping,” he remarks. She giggles, an intoxicating sound.
“Isn’t that the point?” she asks. She walks her fingers down his chest, keeps walking them down to where the band of his trunks meets his curly hairs, tugs at them. He helps, pushing them down past his hips, and his cock stands flagpole-straight. There’s a dewdrop of precum on the tip, and when she licks it off with her tongue pressed flat, the sound he makes is obscene.
“C’mere,” he says. Pleads. She moves up, lets her pussy glide along his length, lets him feel how slippery she is. “So wet,” he observes.
“Swimming pool,” she replies.
“Uh-huh,” he grunts, quickly coming up on his last dregs of conversational coherence. She rolls, and he slides up inside her, and coherence goes out the window. He grabs her hips and gives her a push, sets her on a pace he thinks he can handle for longer than five minutes. She’s thrumming like a livewire though, and her soft, whiny moans sound as needy as he feels. Maybe four minutes.
“So good,” she whispers, right into his ear, and he groans. “Your cock feels so fucking good.” He fights for every second he can get.
By some miracle of willpower or baseball statistics, he makes it long enough to feel her start to tighten up around him, feel her rhythm slip. His eyes are squeezed shut but he forces them open, watches as her jaw falls and her eyelids flutter and her breath turns to panting. Makes it to his favourite part. She cries out, starts unraveling all around him, and then, “I love you.” She leans forward, falls against him, doesn’t stop rolling her hips. “I love you.” He closes his arms around her as she runs out of steam. Lets go. “I love you.” She collapses onto his chest, and he strokes her hair.
“I believe you,” he says, and stares up at the stars.
