#stranger things season 3 imagine

Imagine cuddling up to Billy Hargrove.

requested by: me
warnings: nudity <3

The curtains over his window barely did anything to keep the Sunday morning glow out of his room. They fluttered in the light breeze that climbed through his window, unobstructed golden light flickering over your fingers as they rose and fell with his chest.

Your fingertips brushed lightly over his skin, which was soft as you’d ever imagined it. His breaths were deep and steady. In… and out. And you let this mesmerise you, almost meditating with the movement.

You brought your knee up to rest on his bare thigh, the slight ache from the night’s activities only satisfying in this afterglow, tilting your body a little to fit tighter against his. His forearm rested beneath your shoulders, propping you up on the pillow beside him, and his breathing was a gentle constant that soothed your mind.

You trailed your gaze over his face. His dark lashes, his sweet lips that devoured you last night. You couldn’t wait to have them on yours again, but you wouldn’t wake him just yet. You turned your face towards his neck, breathing in deeply, gently. His permed locks tapped against your nose as you inhaled and his summery scent swirled in your mind. He simply smelled warm, with the faintest hint of chlorine. And you could swear he still smelled of sand, though the nearest beach was miles away.

You basked in his closeness, his skin against yours, your nose to his jaw and your forehead to his cheek, both your feet caught up in the blanket together.

You could get used to this. A tender smile lifted the corners of your lips and you sighed lightly, contentedly.

The arm beneath your shoulders tensed and the space between his eyebrows creased as he began to stir. His legs stretched out straight and a low groan rumbled in his throat, his head turned towards you. His arm curled around your shoulders a little more securely and he pulled you towards him, burying his nose in your hair.

You looked up at him when he pulled back, ready to greet him. But he didn’t even open his eyes to look at you before he retracted his arm from around you and instead used it to nudge you an inch from where you lay, turning his back to you.

“Go home.”