Sy•zy•gy [siz-i-jee]

(n.) A roughly straight-line configuration of three or more celestial bodies in a gravitational system, especially involving the moon with the sun.
(n.) A conjunction or alignment of connected or corresponding things.

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I have no idea how the hell this happened, but I'm not even complaining about it.

Steve asked Sarah if he could sleepover my house, as boys our age tend to do, and she actually said yes (as long as my dad would be home, and he is). Now, I don't even think I've ever anticipated anything more.

He knocked on the door at 8:30pm and I had been sitting on the living room sofa, so I got up to get it, Rebecca trailing behind me as she usually does.

She grabbed onto his leg almost immediately after he ended through the door, though, he didn't look away from me. There was something about him that was... different, and something I couldn't exactly pinpoint.

"Heyyy, Becky, how's it goin'?" he asked, dropping to his knees to hug her on the same level.

"It's goooooooood," she said, her ginger hair moving as she swayed away from him.

He smiled, standing. "That's good."

She looked over at me with her big, child-like hazel eyes."What're you guys gonna do?"

"Probably just hang out in my room, Rik, you know, read comics and... boy stuff," I told her, putting my hand on her shoulder.

"So I can't hang out with you guys?" she asked, pouting.

"Maybe later, okay?" I replied.

"Okaaay," she said, walking away.

I felt bad, sure, I'm not heartless, but I really needed to kiss him again.

I motioned for him to follow me to my room and he did, straight down the hallway, the last door.

"Read comics and boy stuff, huh?" he mocked me, dropping his bag on top of the dresser as he shut the door behind us.

"Shut up, Rogers," I laughed, walking towards him. I let the smile drop from my face as I walked him against the wall. "I've..." I ran my fingers under his jaw. "I've been waiting all damn day for you."

"So have I, but you don't gotta lie to your little sister."

"'No, Rebecca, you can't hang out with us because all we're gonna be doing is making out all night," I looked at him like he was a genius. "Ah, yes, that sounds much better, dumbass."

"I know you're tryna make fun of me right now," he started, his voice dulcet as he bit his lip. "But, I'm kinda intrigued, if I'm being honest."

"How's that?" I asked, pushing my body down on his.

"Well, I'm just trying to figure out whether or not you're actually planning on kissing me all night."

"Oh, trust me, Stevie," I started, letting my lips brush up against his. "You'll be gasping for air by the end of it all."

He looked at me with his mouth open, but didn't say anything. He was at a loss for words, so I kissed him slow, waiting for his eventual reaction.

I felt him start to get more into it, his body trying to take control over mine. He started walking, kissing me at the same time, leading us backwards.

My legs hit the bed unexpectedly and I forcibly sat down, looking up at him as he stood between my legs.His hands rested on my shoulders as I held his waist, simply waiting for him to come closer.

I moved his legs around me so that he was sitting on top, straddling me. I looked up at him, seemingly giving him the okay to take control. I felt his hands start moving across my skin, as if he was seeing how it was to be the one who was in control for once.

He took my jaw in his hands and kissed me slowly, allowing his body to relax as it rested on top of mine. Eventually, our tongues started to swirl together and it started getting... hot.

My hands moved down from the front of his hips and onto his legs, where I then worked my way around to his ass- I started pulling him towards me and he stopped. I looked at him and I could see in his eyes that he knew what I was doing. He started moving his hips, rocking them against me... making me wish we were wearing less clothes.

I pulled his face down aggressively, letting out a harsh breath in the process, and started kissing him again. Working my hands to the top of his pants, I slipped my hands underneath just the slightest bit so that I might be able to pull his shirt out. I then started undoing the buttons, to which he, then, started doing the same to me.

It was a race- but not to see who could do it first, no. It was to see who could keep their cool the longest, though, I already knew who was losing that one.

In the meanwhile, I looked down ate myself, somewhat losing focus on the shirt, and could actually see my hard on through my pants... hell, I could see his too, though, I had felt it beforehand anyway.

He opened my shirt, as he'd finished undoing the buttons first despite the fact that I'd started before he had, and started yanking it off my arms. I started at the same task too, to which we both stopped and took off our own shirts.

His hands met my chest and arms as he looked down at me. "You're so..." he paused, his fingers lingering all across my skin. "Muscular and-" he let out a breath. "Hell, stop me before I say something stupid."

I chuckled, kissing him just then and dragging my fingers across the delicate skin just above his belt. I felt him shudder, but never stop kissing me. His grinding on me only seemed to get more intense and it felt like he was getting actually hard and, god, so was I.

I bit his lip but never slowed us down, grabbing his ass and pulling his hips down on mine.

I broke away for a moment, though, about to propose that we actually get on the bed... but upon opening my eyes-

"Becca?" I said clearly, noticing that she'd opened the door and was standing in the archway looking at us. "Steve," I whispered, "uh, maybe you should get u-"

"I can't," he murmured, making me look him in the eyes.

"Why the hell not?" I replied quietly. He discreetly moved my hand from his thigh onto his dick, breathing out when I moved my hand across it. "Hell," I added. "Just... go to the other end of the room."

He stood and moved to sit on the floor by the dresser, grabbing his shirt in the process and putting it on without buttoning it up at all.

"Rik," I called. "Come sit on the bed with me," I told her, adjusting myself as I slid over.

She shut the door behind her and sat beside me. After a moment, Steve came closer and sat below us on the floor. Then, we all just sort of looked at one another awkwardly, waiting for someone to say something. She decided that she ought to start.

"What's going on?" she asked innocently and almost scared. I looked at Steve and he was blushing furiously.

"Uhm..." I waited because, well, I had no idea what to tell her. "Remember the other day when I asked you if you could be a big girl?"

She nodded. "Yea."

"I need you to do that again... can you keep a secret?" I requested.

"Duhh, Jimmy, I am a big girl, remember?"

"Ohhh I remember," I joked with her. "But, this time, it's a little more important that you don't say anything about what you saw, okay? You can't ever tell anyone. Not even Dad."

"Okay," she responded.

"Alright. Now, do you want me to tuck you in? It's past your bedtime," I continued glancing at the clock on the nightstand which read half past nine. She smiled and nodded, hopping off the bed. "I'll be right in, then. Go on."

She scampered off to her room, leaving me and Steve alone yet again.

"You really think she'll keep it secret, Buck?" he asked, standing.

"Yea," I told him confidently. "I do."

He nodded. "Alright. Go tuck her in, quick."

"Will do," I smiled, walking over to him and kissing him briefly before walking out.