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Something Happens and I'm Head Over Heels

WHO: Steve and Eddie
WHERE: Hotel
WHAT: DATE TIME!
WHEN: Nowish, after Calibrations
WARNINGS: None

The best thing about this new relationship is the mornings. Well, alright, all of it is pretty good but the mornings are definitely Steve's favorite. He'd never had the opportunity to regularly wake up next to someone and now he is spoiled with it. Sometimes he wakes up with a mop of hair in his mouth. Sometimes he's got Eddie hanging off the bed as he spent the night restlessly pushing him. And sometimes, like this morning, he wakes up in Eddie's arms, warm and secure. Steve nuzzles his face into Eddie's chest, enjoying a slow, leisurely waking process. Part of him just wants to go back to sleep entirely. But no, he can't.

They have plans.

"Babe," he hums, shifting to kiss against Eddie's neck. They'd planned today to be THE DAY. Their date: Eddie's first and Steve's millionth but definitely first with a guy. Honestly, he was probably more excited than Eddie was for the whole thing.

Steve reaches over for the die he'd created and the little notebook he'd scribbled his plans into. The die is plopped on the pillow next to Eddie's head and Steve goes back to the light pecks along that pale neck.

"Babe, it's time," he singsongs between kisses. "Rise and shine. It's time for me to be the best date you've ever had!

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"Hey man, it works, clearly you should start using it," he says with a fond look, leaning into that kiss. Pulling away Eddie laughs, moving off to collect the ball.

"Oh, so you don't want me to blow you?"

"....I didn't say that."

Steve sighs, beaten, but not really upset about it. He puts his hands on hips, smirking as he watches Eddie walk away.

"If I didn't think it would get us both punched, I'd say we should try it against Hargrove. But I don't need another concussion."

There's a pleased laugh, and Eddie gives him a pointed once over as he stoops to collect the ball. "Show me some of those skills you're so famous for and maybe I will," he promises, tossing the ball back.

"Eh, I'm concussion free, I'll give it go just to see the look on his face."

"Let's keep you concussion free, babe," Steve says. Getting the ball back, he makes a show of dribbling it around a bit before going to a respectable distance and tossing the ball right into the basket. He runs to collect it and passes the basketball through his legs and back and forth as he walks a slow circle around Eddie and shoots again.

"How'm I doing, hmm?"

"Not bad," Eddie assesses with a smirk, turning his eyes to follow Steve and how easily he seems to handle the ball.

"...maybe making me regret not going to more games." Not that he's joined the bandwagon of being a basketball guy or anything, but...he can see the appeal in watching Steve run around and enjoy himself.

Steve flushes a little, pleased at the compliment. "Would you have been in the stands for me, babe?" He stops the dribbling to get closer, leaning into Eddie's space. "I'm gonna get you in my letterman one way or another, now. It's a mission."

He hands the ball back over.

"Here. Once you make three shots, we can call it a day if you want to. But the last one you're gonna have to fight for."

"If things had gone a little different," he confirms with a laugh, though even in this fantasy world he can't really imagine him being welcomed in the stands. But he can pretend. "I tried to get the vest...way back when I first got here," he admits.

Eddie dribbles with the ball with a smirk. "Is that counting the shot I all ready made, or three new shots?"

The vest... Steve nods, wishing that Eddie had been successful with that. "People say that they sometimes get things from home. Maybe the vest will find it's way here for one of us. Then we can fight over it."

Steve gets into a very loose defensive pose and makes a few kittenish swipes at the ball.

"That first one was pretty good. I think I'll let you hold onto it. Two more."

"Started working on a new one. If we get the old one you can have it," Eddie promises. He likes how Steve looks in it.

He manages to shift the ball and himself, nothing that would pass in a real game, but enough to keep it from Steve when he's going easy on him.

"Gonna be one in a second-" he says, shooting a shot that actually goes in to his surprise, despite the boasting.

"Oh yeah? Let's see about that, Munso-"

Steve watches in surprise and pride as the next shot ball goes right through the basket. He whoops and rushes forward, hugging Eddie around the middle and peppering the side of his face with kisses.

"Look at that! I can't take it easy on you anymore." He laughs as he takes off for the ball and starts dribbling it faster and more like a real game.

"Alright. C'mon, babe. One more."

"...shit-" Eddie laughs in surprise, clearly not expecting it either, and Steve's pride and affection has him blushing and trying to hide his face against Steve's.

"Yeah, right. Definitely wasn't all luck," he laughs, tongue poking out in concentration as he tries to swipe the ball from Steve.

True to his word, he's making Eddie work for this one. He shifts the ball between his hands, just out of Eddie's reach. Smiling, he slows it down a little after the initial cat-and-mouse, making it a little easier to grab.

"You and me? Lucky? I don't know if that sounds right, babe."

It's hard, and Eddie can appreciate the skill of the game and Steve a bit more than before. Just a little. He's nearly out of breath by the time Steve starts to go easy on him.

"Heh-" he breathes, "True." Luck has not been their friend. At least not in Hawkins. Here maybe- they were having a better time of things?

He makes another swipe, fingers grazing the ball.

The best part is that when Eddie nabs the ball, Steve hadn't been expecting it. It's admittedly when Steve is going half speed practically, but Eddie manages a real steal. Steve is equal parts proud and turned on by the athleticism his boyfriend surprises him with and concedes the ball without too much fuss.

"You're getting pretty good at this..."

Oh shit, he actually got it. Eddie tries not to look too surprised, or fumble too obviously to get the ball under control and away from Steve.

"You're pretty good motivation," he allows with a smirk, dodging and trying for another shot.

Steve is a brat and bats the ball out of the air so he could start dribbling it again.

"Am I?" He isn't too much of a brat and hands the ball back to Eddie so he can actually make the shot this time. He's been a good sport about all of this. No need to drag it on until he's frustrated.

"Hopefully I'll be half as good as you right now when I learn guitar or something..."

Eddie laughs, surprisingly not frustrated yet, which was saying something. "You got me out here playing laundryball, you gotta be pretty good," he assures and then laughs, arching an interested brow. "You wanna learn?" he asks, forgetting for the moment that Steve's all ready shown off his skill at learning one of Eddie's past times with D&D.

He tries again, the ball teetering on the edge a moment before rolling in.

Eddie gets the third basket and rather than being disappointed that they are stopping, Steve is kind of thrilled. He caught on so well and had some real natural talent. He goes over and gives Eddie's ass a light smack. "Locker room thing. Gotta give you the experience," he explains. And then he cradles Eddie's jaw with both hands and kisses him nice and soft.

"That," he says when he pulls away, "Is not a locker room thing. Well, not that I've seen, I guess." He grins.

"Had fun? Ready for the next stop?"

The smack earns a giggle and Eddie gives a pleased hum against Steve's lips.

"Too bad," he breathes with a laugh. He considers a moment before nodding. "I might be willing to play again," he concedes with a grin, "Just for you. But yeah, I wanna see what else you have planned." Which means finding that dice again.

He gives it a roll and- "Thirteen."

Steve grins. It's not the highest roll but it's a good one. "Awesome," he says, clapping his hand. "This is great because now we can go get some food at the diner, too. Becaaause..."

He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a folded piece of paper. Opening it up reveals a very, very crudely drawn map complete with a pretend castle (named Castle Cool), a forest (Spookywood Forest), a menacing cave (Menacing Cave), and small town (no name given but the pointy houses are very cute).

"Ta da! I made a mission thing!"

"...Oh my god-" Eddie gives a fond laugh, grabbing onto the map to get a better look at it. It's adorable and honestly makes his heart soar seeing how sincerely Steve is trying to show interest in his interests. "Your talent for names continues," he teases, grinning and exchanging the map for a kiss.

"I was going to name the town Munstown but I decided against it. Kinda sounded like Munster which is more cheese than romantic." Steve is smiling all through the kiss and loops his arm around the man's thin waist to keep him close for another.

The basketball left on the 'court', Steve takes Eddie's hand again and gives a light tug.

"Part two of the date: food and fantasy. Don't expect too much though. Everything I know about DnD was against my will before you so this is my best whack at it."

"Mmm, or the Munsters?" Eddie says, easily pulled close, "Whole retro monster town?"

He's pulled along, falling into step with a smile. "I'm excited to see what you've taken in," he laughs.

Steve strokes his thumb against the side of Eddie's as they walk. It seems like almost some sort of bad omen to be this happy. Like he's tempting fate. But what's the worst that could happen, here? Right?

Steve brings up their hands to press a kiss to the top of Eddie's.

"You might need to come up with a new character. Think you can do that on the fly, babe?"

Right? They're luck has been amazing here. Apart from the radiation poisoning. And the Calibrations stuff. And losing Max. But what else could possibly happen??

"In a heartbeat," he assures with a cocky smirk.

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