Missing [ST]

Seventy Seven

Summerof1973 Feast your eyes on that outfit, then thank me when you get to imagine it being stripped off him 🤤

Mature content warning at the end, but for my standards (that you're yet to see) its fairly subtle.

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It was sleeting when they got outside, and walking next to her personal luggage carrier who was trying to mask his shivers and stop his teeth chattering, was somewhat amusing for Leah.

She wasn't warm enough herself, but her coat was a whole extra layer to Steven, now awkwardly zipping the white shirt all the way up to the base of his neck.

"'Don't need one', he said." Leah was lagging about a step or two behind so her mocking was more effective. "'Car is just around the corner', he said."

"Fuck! Why did I park so fucking far away!?"

She fought with a smile, crisp air tinting both of their noses pink.

"What were you thinking?" she chuckled, unable to figure out what was going through his head. "There are spaces at the school."

"I don't fucking no, okay? I was here early and...and I guess I just wasn't thinking."

Excuses unbelievable, they walked mostly shoulder to shoulder, shoes leaving tread marks in the thin layer of snow.

"Your language is atrocious," Leah remarked, looking straight ahead. She was easily mesmerised by the swirling snowflakes that circled in the glow of the street lights.

"Fuck you!" Steven's voice went all squeaky, but he had no free hands to shove her with. "I know I'm an idiot. I don't need to be told that."

Faking deep offence, Leah's mouth fell open for a shocked intake of cold air.

Steven did look absolutely frozen by his rosy cheeks, tough blinking eyes, and jacket sleeves deliberately concealing his hands, but he had insisted on taking her suitcase and slinging her backpack over his shoulder, so there was only so much Leah could feel sorry for.

They walked on further, before a selection of parked cars finally made a shivering Steven perk up.

"You're gonna have to get the keys, because I can't feel my hands."

Leah spotted his car, which invited them one step closer to his home.

"It's the right one," Steven added.

"Oh dear." Sympathetic to annoy, Leah slipped her warmish, gloved fingers into his jacket pocket. She had found the paired winter item in her own now that she had empty hands. "Did the baby forget his gloves?"

"I'm not laughing." Steven just about managed to raise his eyebrows, unimpressed. "Not even close."

Leah, however, might well have been expressing her amusement as she took out his car keys.

"I can put my bags in if you want," she offered. Her smile hurt her cheeks and made her eyes water, but the blank expression she had been met with, was worth the numbness.

"No," Steven said protectively, making his point by pushing the suitcase away. "I've got it."

He assumed for his car to be unlocked, to which Leah provided him with a button press.

"So stubborn," she muttered, just about catching a glimpse of him hauling her luggage in the boot.

When Steven returned, Leah pulled the door handle.

"You driving?"

"Hm?" She snapped her attention to the revealed interior, saw the steering wheel, and groaned. "Ugh, it's the wrong side."