Christine Wheeler was laid in her hotel room bed, her eyes wide open and aimed at the wall, the girl chewing on her bottom lip as she continued to drown in her thoughts.  She thought about earlier, about what had happened between her and Steve. He was mere feet away from her and she just could not get him out of her head. She closed her eyes for a moment, remembering the way his eyes had dragged across her body at the pool, the way his hands had burned her skin with his touch, and how he had teased her so ridiculously into thinking that this was finally it.

She heard a shuffling noise from the bed beside her, the girls breathing stopping for a moment as she tried not to make it obvious she was still awake. She was beginning to think that Steve could hear her thoughts because of how loud they were. The shuffling noise stopped, Christine letting out a normal breath as she realized he was probably just turning over.

Christine thought about the close calls she had had with Steve. The movie theater, the pool, the Christmas party, and after the mind flayer. She thought about how many nights she had dreamt about him, and she wouldn't admit that she liked him in that way, but she liked him in that way. They liked each other, and they both knew it, but they didn't want to cross that line of friendship that they had solidified. Sure they had had many close calls because Steve was unable to contain his emotions at times, but nothing was closer than the way that Christine was feeling right this second. She felt like a bit of a bitch, knowing how many times she had rejected Steve, when she had friendzoned him, all the times they had agreed that it just wouldn't work out.

Christine turned over on the bed, settling in the covers as she looked over at Steve. He was facing towards her, his eyes opened and staring, his lips tightening as he realized he was caught. Christine closed her eyes for a moment before speaking.

"I can't sleep."

"Neither can I." Steve said, blinking a few times as he adjusted his hands under his head. Christine reopened her eyes , looking over his face as she spoke in reply.

"What are you thinking about?" Steve didn't hesitate to answer, Christine raising her eyebrows at his reply.

"You."

"Me too." She said, letting the silence fill the air as she turned so she was laying on her back. They both laid there for a moment, contemplating their next moves, their hearts racing in their chests as they both knew what they wanted to happen. Christine sat up, letting out a frustrated sigh as she realized she was giving into her deepest darkest desires. She got up without a word, Steve sliding over on his bed and making room for her as she climbed in beside him. She pulled the blanket over her body, settling in beside him and finally looking at his face. He was already taking in her features, her striking eyes making him feel weak, and he was sure that if he was standing his knees would give out. Steve took a leap, reaching forwards and pushing hair away from her face, his hand resting on her cheek as his fingers touched her hair. He followed his finger as he ran his thumb over her lips , the bottom one dragging and opening them, making him grow a wild feeling in his stomach. Christine reciprocated the feeling, her stomach twisting in the worst of ways, her eyes closing as she let him run his fingers over her face.

Steve was entranced by her beauty, the perfectness of her features and the look in her eyes as she reopened them. It was evident what was coming next, and Steve almost couldn't believe that the time had come. He realized he had been waiting a long time for this moment and now it was finally here and he couldn't be more enthusiastic about it. There was a tense electricity in the air, like right before it was about to storm and both of them could feel it bubbling between them.

Christine gave Steve a knowing look, one that told him that it was indeed finally happening. He immediately felt every single nerve in his body tense up, his mind going a hundred miles a minute as he looked at her. Christine shifted closer to him in the bed, their legs tangling together as she sucked in a breath. Steve saw some sort of panic in her eyes as she looked down at his mouth, the girl trying to work up the courage to do the thing that they had been avoiding for months now.

There was more silence before Christine finally assumed she had waited long enough,  the girl surprising both of them by leaning towards him, their lips meeting in a long overdue kiss. Steve couldn't believe the way his body erupted with this kiss, this was amazing, this was a miracle, this was the answer to all of his problems and the key to all of his happiness. An antidote, a cure, she singlehandedly could change him with one kiss. It was so ridiculously right that it was almost laughable that it had taken this long.

Christine moved her lips against his, his fingers tightening their grip on her cheek, Steve and her delving into the kiss together. Christines stomach and heart had bursted, this was above and beyond what she had assumed, and the tension and the angst was worth it all for this single kiss.

Steve pushed his tongue through her lips, Christine accepting it as she moved her body a bit closer to him. It was just the two of them, no one watching and no one to tell them what to do. There were no limits.

Christine was the first one to pull back, her lips attaching to the skin of Steve's cheek, his jaw, his neck. He enjoyed the neck kisses, a swift breath leaving his lips as he closed his eyes and let her do whatever she wanted to. Christine pushed his shoulder, turning him from his side and onto his back, the kiss on his skin momentarily stopping as she pushed herself onto him. She straddled his waist, the girl smiling down at him as she gave him a raised eyebrow. He looked surprised at her actions, not entirely sure what was going to happen but knowing that he was going to get as far as he possibly could with her tonight. 

The air in the room changed drastically as  Steve pushed up onto his elbows, meeting her in the middle as she kissed him again. The kisses were more serious this time, sloppy and heated as Christine made it clear that she was enjoying this.  Her hands dropped to his shirt and she didn't take long to lift it up, her hands running over the skin beneath the fabric and driving him absolutely crazy. Steve sat up, his hands going to her hips as he pushed her back a little bit, his back hitting the headboard of the bed as he sat up. She readjusted, sitting down on his lap and putting her legs out on either side of him his face looking up at her as he pulled his shirt over his head. Christine followed suit, Steve now realizing his plan was becoming pretty decently successful. She threw her shirt to the side along with his, Steve's eyes going to look at her bra and the skin that was now exposed . He wrapped his arms around her stomach, kissing the lower part of her stomach as she let out short little moans. He looked up at her as he kissed further upwards, Christine realizing how ridiculously hot he was while he did this. He reached behind her with his right hand, quickly unhooking her bra, Christine not protesting at all as she moved on his lap. Steve grit his teeth at this movement, ignoring the feelings that this gave him and instead focusing on getting her bra off.

Christine pulled the fabric off for him, Steve moving his head back a bit to marvel at the sight in front of him. God he loved women. Steve returned to his kissing, pressing more sloppy ones to her tender skin and making Christine moan over and over again. His eyes were the best part, the way that they translated to her that he was at her whim and he would do anything for her.

After a few more moments Steve maneuvered the two of them so that she was laying down with her back on the mattress and he was hovering over
her. Christine took a leap of faith this time, reaching down and unbuttoning his jeans. She stopped for a moment as she let out a bit of a breath laugh, Steve lifting from her lips and looking at her expectantly.

"What?"

"Are you wearing jeans? How were you gonna sleep in jeans?" Christine said, unzipping the light wash jeans. Steve shook his head, shrugging his shoulders as he realized it was a bit weird to sleep in jeans. But after the events of earlier he wasn't really concerned with what he had put on.

"I don't know actually."  He said, shaking his head and then dropping his lips to her mouth. She dropped it, pushing his jeans off as far as she could and trying to kick them off of him the rest of the way.  Steve got them off, his fingers gripping the waistband of her bed shorts and quickly pulling them down, the man getting a bit excitable as he thought about where this whole thing was leading.

Christine and Steve were both left in their underwear, both of them breathing heavily as they wondered where to go from here. Steve looked her entire body over, his eyes catching hers as she did the same. Finally he spoke, Christine running her fingers over his chest as he did so.

"Are you sure about this?" Steve asked Christine, his eyes hardly able to stay on hers considering she was naked underneath him.

"I'm so sure. Are you sure?"

"Oh yeah I'm definitely sure."

"Well then as  long as we're both sure." Christine dropped her fingers to the band of his underwear, her fingertips running over the skin. Steve let out a breathy sigh, Christine pushing him so that he'd get the hint that she wanted to be on the top. He got it, turning over and letting her on his lap again. She laid him down, running a hand over his chest and stomach before dropping down and pressing wet kisses to his stomach and chest. Steve loved this more than he wanted to admit, his lips parting as he tried not to audibly moan out. She pushed the band of his underwear down just the tiniest bit to tease, pressing a kiss to the skin there. Steve shook his head, his eyes closing as she pulled the underwear down further. Finally she took them off, Steve feeling some slight relief as he looked down at her.

Christine pushed her own underwear off, giving Steve a look as she threw them off the bedside. He reached for her, grabbing her by the waist as she moved towards him, opening her legs so that she could get situated. She sat, both of them letting out a moan as she did so, Steve throwing his head back at how good it felt. Christine pressed her hands to Steve's chest, sitting in her spot for a moment before letting out a deep breath and then moving her hips forwards, once again making the both of them moan. Steve moved his hips upwards slightly as she lifted, both of them putting in some equal work to get there. Steve's fingers were digging into Christines hips, his hands guiding her as she continued on. They both couldn't believe how damn good it felt, and again how absolutely correct it seemed.

After a few minutes like this Christine leaned forwards, pressing a kiss to his lips as their chests collided. He continued in his motions, Christine moaning  into his mouth as he kept going. He wrapped his arm around her back, using his strength to turn them over, he wanted to look at her while they did this.  Christine moaned out as he turned them, Steve positioning himself between her legs and then pushing further, Christine letting out another moan as she accepted it. She felt a ridiculous feeling bubble in her stomach, Steve fingers dropping down to her more sensitive areas, making Christine moan as she realized that Steve knew what he was doing.  She moaned out his name a few times, unknowingly driving him crazy as her lips spoke his name in a new way. He couldn't believe that she was doing this with him right now.

Steve was staring down at Christine as everything happened, his eyes slightly widening as he realized how long he had been waiting for this. He knew that telling a girl he loved her during sex was a no-no. But what if he actually meant it? He refrained from saying it, making sure to lean down and kiss her every few moments. He wanted her to feel his love.

Only a few moments later both of them felt the buildup, Steve and Christine sharing that moment. She had had sex before, but nothing like that. She had never done that before. Steve stayed there for a second, using his hand to wipe his sweat away from his forehead as he looked down at her and actually realized what they had done. He had no regret, no second thoughts, he meant every second of it.

His eyes trailed over her body, her closed eyes and her sweaty face. Her sticky looking hair and her beautiful skin. Her pink, pink lips that were parted  and speaking his name. She was perfection.
Steve  contemplated what to do next, but before he could fully decided for himself Christine had pulled him down to her face, her lips pressing to the corner of his mouth and then to his lips.

"That was amazing Steve." She said, parting her lips against his ear as she spoke directly into it. Her voice was a whisper as he laid down beside her, resting from what had just happened.  She pressed a kiss to the side of his head and then closed her eyes, laying her head on his shoulder and throwing her leg over his knee. They laid there for a little while, Steve staring up at the ceiling with millions of thoughts going through his head, Christine laying against his chest, her hand running over the skin there as she felt some sort of serenity, only one thought coursing through her mind: Steve.  He ran his thumb over the back of her hand as he thought about her, and what they had done, and what it meant, and how it felt, and why he was feeling guilty.

Christine was the first to pull back from the embrace, the girl pushing off of the bed and towards the bathroom, stopping to grab her clothes along the way. Steve took this opportunity to pull his underwear back on, trying to calm his mind as he sat back down in the bed. He pulled his knees to his chest for a moment as he sat with his back against the headboard, his entire body feeling flushed from what had just happened.

Christine came out of the bathroom, Steve's head turning to look at her and his eyes lighting up when he saw her. She was wearing his t-shirt, and her underwear, a sweet smile on  her lips as she looked at Steve with such a look of adoration, it almost made him nervous. He extended his arms towards her, Christine graciously accepting the gesture and  entering his arms. He pressed a kiss to the side of her head, pulling her over him and onto the bed beside him. She giggled slightly at that, Steve giving her a grin as he looked down at her. She settled into him, Steve laying down and wrapping his arms around her.

It was amazing how fast she could fall asleep, but Steve couldn't, not at all. He stared up at the ceiling for most of the night, contemplating what had just happened, if he had been messing with the wrong Wheeler all along, and again why he felt so very guilty for it, even thought it was the most amazing thing he had ever endured.