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[ eddie doesn't have a fucking clue what she murmurs against his mouth, but he nods anyway like he understands. to his credit, he is listening, but it's a little hard to focus when his heart's beating up in his ears and his mind is screaming at him not to fuck this up, but he figures if he's not bleeding out from a knife wound in his gut, he can assume that whatever it was she was trying to tell him was positive.
the hand pushing through her hair settles at the back of her neck, fingers tangled up in it so it stays out of her face. his other hand drifts from the side of julie's face, following her arm to her wrist, where she's gripping at the front of his jacket which is... more attractive than expects it to be. he opens his mouth a little, just so he can tentatively catch her lower lip with his teeth, and sinks some of his weight back onto his heels, tugging her with him so they don't drift apart.
eventually, though, he pulls away, but only enough so there's space for him to breath. eddie swallows, darts his tongue out over his lower lip like he's chasing the taste of her mouth even though it's only been a literal second since he broke away. he clears his throat, eyes open halfway and focused on the shape of her mouth, hand still buried in her hair. ]
So, uh. [ he clears his throat again because his voice is a little gravelly, and then he laughs a little under his breath. ] If you're gonna gut me... at least give me a head start?
the hand pushing through her hair settles at the back of her neck, fingers tangled up in it so it stays out of her face. his other hand drifts from the side of julie's face, following her arm to her wrist, where she's gripping at the front of his jacket which is... more attractive than expects it to be. he opens his mouth a little, just so he can tentatively catch her lower lip with his teeth, and sinks some of his weight back onto his heels, tugging her with him so they don't drift apart.
eventually, though, he pulls away, but only enough so there's space for him to breath. eddie swallows, darts his tongue out over his lower lip like he's chasing the taste of her mouth even though it's only been a literal second since he broke away. he clears his throat, eyes open halfway and focused on the shape of her mouth, hand still buried in her hair. ]
So, uh. [ he clears his throat again because his voice is a little gravelly, and then he laughs a little under his breath. ] If you're gonna gut me... at least give me a head start?
[ julie moves with him easily, intensely focused on the feel and the taste of his lips and mouth against hers, pretty sure she can taste a hint of those stupid listerine strips which registers as faintly amusing enough to make her smile just a little. ]
[ when he pulls away, she opens her eyes to look at him, bites her lip out of uncertainty because... what now? do they talk? do they go back to kissing? do they act like this never happened? a whole bunch of questions go through her mind, pretty much detailing every reason she's never kissed him no matter how many times she's thought about it. part of her already thinking maybe they should just totally lie to themselves and brush this off as being because of the adrenaline when he speaks and interrupts that thought. ]
I'm not gonna gut you. [ she laughs, a little breathless, tilts her head toward his. ] Just surprised you actually went for it-- if you knew how many times I had to stop myself... [ she trails off into another soft laugh. all that self-restraint and now they're kissing in the dirt in the woods. ]
[ when he pulls away, she opens her eyes to look at him, bites her lip out of uncertainty because... what now? do they talk? do they go back to kissing? do they act like this never happened? a whole bunch of questions go through her mind, pretty much detailing every reason she's never kissed him no matter how many times she's thought about it. part of her already thinking maybe they should just totally lie to themselves and brush this off as being because of the adrenaline when he speaks and interrupts that thought. ]
I'm not gonna gut you. [ she laughs, a little breathless, tilts her head toward his. ] Just surprised you actually went for it-- if you knew how many times I had to stop myself... [ she trails off into another soft laugh. all that self-restraint and now they're kissing in the dirt in the woods. ]
[ the way she bites her lip makes eddie want to surge forward and kiss her again, but he shows a sliver of self-restraint and forces himself to look up at her eyes instead, fingers flexing lightly against the back of her skull. he has no idea what she's thinking, what's about to happen from here, but the faint amusement threaded throughout her expression makes him feel like maybe he's okay, like he's not in as much danger as he was anticipating when he tossed caution to the wind and took a risk in kissing her. and even if he was at risk of being sliced open, this was definitely worth it.
but julie reassures him that she's not interested in spilling his guts all over the forest floor (right now), reveals that she too has been thinking about exactly this, and though eddie's had a feeling that there's been something here between them, it still comes as a little bit of a surprise. she's thought about kissing him? more than once? eddie could toss every luck offering he has into the campfire at once and he still doesn't think he'd be lucky enough. he's never that lucky.
julie laughs, and she smiles, and not for the first time eddie's a little awestruck by how pretty she is. he smiles too, laughs to himself because it's absurd to him still that julie's thought about kissing him at all, but you know? maybe he's finally due for one nice thing amidst all the bullshit. ]
Yeah? ... Me too. [ the tree house, the lodge, the countless times he's thought about trying to grab her through a doorway during a trial, just to try and kiss her and throw her off her game (and definitely not for no other reason), all the dozens of moments in between. his eyes shift back and forth between hers, but this time there's a little mirth behind them. his thumb rubs a lazy circle behind her ear. ] Don't hold back now...
[ eddie doesn't wait though and takes his own advice instead, using the hand on the back of her neck to pull her back in so he can kiss her again. ]
but julie reassures him that she's not interested in spilling his guts all over the forest floor (right now), reveals that she too has been thinking about exactly this, and though eddie's had a feeling that there's been something here between them, it still comes as a little bit of a surprise. she's thought about kissing him? more than once? eddie could toss every luck offering he has into the campfire at once and he still doesn't think he'd be lucky enough. he's never that lucky.
julie laughs, and she smiles, and not for the first time eddie's a little awestruck by how pretty she is. he smiles too, laughs to himself because it's absurd to him still that julie's thought about kissing him at all, but you know? maybe he's finally due for one nice thing amidst all the bullshit. ]
Yeah? ... Me too. [ the tree house, the lodge, the countless times he's thought about trying to grab her through a doorway during a trial, just to try and kiss her and throw her off her game (and definitely not for no other reason), all the dozens of moments in between. his eyes shift back and forth between hers, but this time there's a little mirth behind them. his thumb rubs a lazy circle behind her ear. ] Don't hold back now...
[ eddie doesn't wait though and takes his own advice instead, using the hand on the back of her neck to pull her back in so he can kiss her again. ]
Edited 2023-03-06 01:59 (UTC)
[ unlike some people, apparently, julie was well aware the attraction between them was mutual, she just always figured eddie had similar reservations about it. it's not like there aren't a bunch of reasons she could point out that following through on this is a bad idea, even if crazily enough it's hard to pull those up in her mind right now. she just looks at that dumb look on his face and thinks about kissing him again, and again. as many times as it takes to get it through that helmet of curls that this really shouldn't be a surprise. ]
[ she strokes her thumb along his jaw almost in response to the one behind her ear, abd when he says not to hold back she gets about as far as a raised eyebrow and 'probably--' before she's being kissed again. which is probably for the best rather than letting her keep talking. ]
[ she does, however, use the grip she has on his jacket to tug him closer with a quiet, satisfied noise. ]
[ she strokes her thumb along his jaw almost in response to the one behind her ear, abd when he says not to hold back she gets about as far as a raised eyebrow and 'probably--' before she's being kissed again. which is probably for the best rather than letting her keep talking. ]
[ she does, however, use the grip she has on his jacket to tug him closer with a quiet, satisfied noise. ]
[More than cool. Probably the coolest thing about himself - if he had to choose.
He doesn’t pick up a menu - no need to fake like he needs to figure out what he’s going to order. He folds his hands on the table, leans in a little, gets comfortable like that.]
Really? It was kinda challenging at times, but nothing too crazy. You’re good at what you do - [not like he’s been watching or anything, nope not at all] - it’d probably be a breeze for you. If you ever wanted to broaden your repair horizons. [Have a doofy little smile.]
He doesn’t pick up a menu - no need to fake like he needs to figure out what he’s going to order. He folds his hands on the table, leans in a little, gets comfortable like that.]
Really? It was kinda challenging at times, but nothing too crazy. You’re good at what you do - [not like he’s been watching or anything, nope not at all] - it’d probably be a breeze for you. If you ever wanted to broaden your repair horizons. [Have a doofy little smile.]
I'm not really into cars, you know? [ she leans forward on her elbows, props her chin up on a palm with a shrug. ] I'm glad I know how to fix them and all, but it's not like my thing.
[ unless you put her within ten feet of a vintage muscle car, but you can blame her dad for that one. ]
[ unless you put her within ten feet of a vintage muscle car, but you can blame her dad for that one. ]
[ oh there are dozens of reasons why getting involved with julie is probably, definitely, one of his worse ideas, but here's the thing: what's the worst that could happen at this point? she kills him? like she doesn't already do that on the regular. she rejects him? really not the worst that could happen to him. if eddie has learned anything between dying in the middle of the street in the upside down and waking up here, it's that life is fucking short and stupid and sometimes you just gotta kiss the girl and suffer whatever consequences may or may not come of it.
so far though, it seems pretty fucking nice. all of his blood is still on the inside, and julie's lips are soft and her hair feels nice threaded between his fingers and if he's gonna get brutally murdered over and over every night by one of like - fifty fucking people, he might as well get to make out a little with a super hot, super smart, super strong girl that steals his cigarettes and introduces him to new music and makes him dumb fucking shirts as an inside joke. you know, as a treat.
whatever that sound is that julie makes, eddie feels like he can almost taste it, like if he just tries hard enough he can find it somewhere in between the vague hint of tobacco and artificial mint. he tilts his head a little, chases that note with a tentative press of his tongue at the seam of her lips. snakes an arm low around her back and shifts his weight backwards off of his knees and onto his ass, dragging her with him. ]
so far though, it seems pretty fucking nice. all of his blood is still on the inside, and julie's lips are soft and her hair feels nice threaded between his fingers and if he's gonna get brutally murdered over and over every night by one of like - fifty fucking people, he might as well get to make out a little with a super hot, super smart, super strong girl that steals his cigarettes and introduces him to new music and makes him dumb fucking shirts as an inside joke. you know, as a treat.
whatever that sound is that julie makes, eddie feels like he can almost taste it, like if he just tries hard enough he can find it somewhere in between the vague hint of tobacco and artificial mint. he tilts his head a little, chases that note with a tentative press of his tongue at the seam of her lips. snakes an arm low around her back and shifts his weight backwards off of his knees and onto his ass, dragging her with him. ]
[ no need to ask her twice. julie follows his movements and pulls herself forward with him until she's seated snug in his lap, as close as she can get. it feels a little like taking a joyride at full speed, ignoring every warning sign on the way without a care for even so much as belting up. julie opens her mouth like it's an invitation and deepens the kiss like she has to grab on to everything in this moment that she possibly can. ]
[ truthfully, she's still holding back at least a little, but he doesn't need to know that. doesn't need to know how accurate it is when he called her insane, because now that she's actually kissing him it's really fucking hard for julie to slow down. to stop herself thinking about how she wants to claim every noise and breath and dumb little face he makes and hoard them all like they're things she can swallow and keep in her chest. how she wants to see what he looks like when he's inside her so she can memorize it, paint it inside her eyelids like a chapel ceiling. ]
[ and then there's the part of her who just wants to get up and run back to ormond because he's already seen way too much of her and this feels like crossing a line that gives him access to pieces of herself she only shares with a select few. because eddie has this way of just barrelling through every wall she puts up like it's a boarded over door in dead dawg and it's kind of infuriating and terrifying in equal measures. ]
[ julie wraps her arms around eddie's shoulders, keeps her body flush against his. if she's gonna go fucking insane over this she might as well try to enjoy it first. ]
[ truthfully, she's still holding back at least a little, but he doesn't need to know that. doesn't need to know how accurate it is when he called her insane, because now that she's actually kissing him it's really fucking hard for julie to slow down. to stop herself thinking about how she wants to claim every noise and breath and dumb little face he makes and hoard them all like they're things she can swallow and keep in her chest. how she wants to see what he looks like when he's inside her so she can memorize it, paint it inside her eyelids like a chapel ceiling. ]
[ and then there's the part of her who just wants to get up and run back to ormond because he's already seen way too much of her and this feels like crossing a line that gives him access to pieces of herself she only shares with a select few. because eddie has this way of just barrelling through every wall she puts up like it's a boarded over door in dead dawg and it's kind of infuriating and terrifying in equal measures. ]
[ julie wraps her arms around eddie's shoulders, keeps her body flush against his. if she's gonna go fucking insane over this she might as well try to enjoy it first. ]
[ the weight of her in his lap plucks at something in eddie's brain, sparks something hot in his stomach. it makes him feel a little insane himself, because realistically, this is not somewhere he imagined he'd ever be. though about it, sure, definitely. daydreamed about what the inside of her mouth tastes like, what her hair would feel like tangled up around his fingers, what her pulse would feel like under the flat of his tongue, and now - now this.
now he's got julie fully settled in his lap, body flush with his, and he doesn't have to wonder what she tastes like because it's right there like a fucking invitation and eddie's not strong enough to turn it down. doesn't fucking want to, because what idiot would? his fingers drag against her nape, grip a little at her hair as he tilts his head and licks into her mouth, and the low note he almost sighs into her mouth escapes him unintentionally.
when it comes to imagination, eddie's is pretty limitless, but admittedly his idle daydreams fall pretty fucking short of the real thing. there has to be a catch, but whatever it is, eddie can't bring himself to care about whatever it is in the slightest, not when he's busy working a hand under the back of her shirt. ]
now he's got julie fully settled in his lap, body flush with his, and he doesn't have to wonder what she tastes like because it's right there like a fucking invitation and eddie's not strong enough to turn it down. doesn't fucking want to, because what idiot would? his fingers drag against her nape, grip a little at her hair as he tilts his head and licks into her mouth, and the low note he almost sighs into her mouth escapes him unintentionally.
when it comes to imagination, eddie's is pretty limitless, but admittedly his idle daydreams fall pretty fucking short of the real thing. there has to be a catch, but whatever it is, eddie can't bring himself to care about whatever it is in the slightest, not when he's busy working a hand under the back of her shirt. ]
[ julie practically chases after that sound like she could wrap her tongue around it and taste it, feel the texture of it. she leans her weight harder against eddie, into the kiss, trying to get closer or deeper or whatever the fuck as if either is even possible right now. ]
[ her hand finds the back of his head, fingers twitching against his skull as julie wrestles with the twin feelings that this is better than anything she expected and yet, also, not enough. back arching at the touch of eddie's hand and she sighs her own small, pleased noise into his mouth. ]
[ her hand finds the back of his head, fingers twitching against his skull as julie wrestles with the twin feelings that this is better than anything she expected and yet, also, not enough. back arching at the touch of eddie's hand and she sighs her own small, pleased noise into his mouth. ]
So what are you into? If it isn't cars. [He mimics her - elbow on the table, chin in his hand - but only for the briefest moment before smiling and dropping it.] It's gotta be something.
[Julie doesn't really talk about herself. But neither does he? Unless he gets caught up in an anxiety-fueled word vomit session. Those are a frequent enough occurrence now that he's thinking about it...]
[Julie doesn't really talk about herself. But neither does he? Unless he gets caught up in an anxiety-fueled word vomit session. Those are a frequent enough occurrence now that he's thinking about it...]
[ i used to read a lot about serial killers. i think i wanted to figure out what was wrong with me. it's right there, the words are ready, but julie shakes her head and shrugs a shoulder instead. ]
Nothing really. [ she had great extracurriculars, none of which she gave a shit about. a lot of tricks for a pedigree pet. she laughs softly. ] Don't tell anyone, but I'm kind of boring.
Nothing really. [ she had great extracurriculars, none of which she gave a shit about. a lot of tricks for a pedigree pet. she laughs softly. ] Don't tell anyone, but I'm kind of boring.
[ julie's skin is hot under his palm, warmer than he expects because he's already forgotten that she just ran like half a marathon with his stupid ass draped over her shoulder like he weighs nothing - but he likes it. the heat, the smoothness of her skin, the way her spine bows under his hand and how it only brings her closer to him. like there's even any more fucking room between them to slide into.
that soft little sound feels like it melts in his mouth, taste likes something he couldn't put a name to if he tried, but he swallows it like he can keep it safe. flattens his hand and drags his palm up her back, shirt bunching up around his forearm, his rings scraping slightly.
the way julie fits in his lap is - dangerous. it's a problem, actually, or it's about to become one if eddie doesn't do something about it. but instead of gently easing her backwards and slowing this down, eddie slides his hand back down to the bottom of her spine, shifts his grip to her hip, and tugs gently, subtly and silently encouraging her to grind a little. ]
that soft little sound feels like it melts in his mouth, taste likes something he couldn't put a name to if he tried, but he swallows it like he can keep it safe. flattens his hand and drags his palm up her back, shirt bunching up around his forearm, his rings scraping slightly.
the way julie fits in his lap is - dangerous. it's a problem, actually, or it's about to become one if eddie doesn't do something about it. but instead of gently easing her backwards and slowing this down, eddie slides his hand back down to the bottom of her spine, shifts his grip to her hip, and tugs gently, subtly and silently encouraging her to grind a little. ]
You? [Both eyebrows raise.] Boring? [Corey laughs a bit, hand curled into a fist in front of his mouth for a moment.] Oh come on, Jules. I bet you aren't. You tell me something - anything - I'm sure it's cool as hell.
[ she doesn't really need the encouragement, barely even needs permission. there's a sensible part of her mind saying that at the very least she should get up and drag his ass back to ormond if this is what they're gonna do, but julie shifts her weight-- rolls her hips down experimentally against eddie's and that shuts up any thoughts in her head real quick. it makes her breath catch in her throat, sends a shiver up her spine that feels electric, fizzles out and buzzes under her skin. ]
[ julie balls her hand into a fist in his hair, testing the waters a little when she bites at his lower lip and soothes it with her tongue, kisses him hungry and messy because that's about how she's feeling right now. months of holding herself back and keeping herself in check all tumbling over and leaving her more instinct-driven than she tends to be about this sort of thing. chasing whatever sensation feels best in the moment without any thought for what's next. ]
[ julie balls her hand into a fist in his hair, testing the waters a little when she bites at his lower lip and soothes it with her tongue, kisses him hungry and messy because that's about how she's feeling right now. months of holding herself back and keeping herself in check all tumbling over and leaving her more instinct-driven than she tends to be about this sort of thing. chasing whatever sensation feels best in the moment without any thought for what's next. ]
I'm serious! [ she laughs again, though this time it's a little less bright. ] I really don't do anything outside work. [ ... well. ] Except make bad decisions after too many drinks anyway.
And so am I! [Super serious. See - he can't stop grinning.
He nods at the comment about work because - well. Same boat. Besides working on his bike there's not... much... he actually does. Especially now that the thing's up and running like new.
But he gestures towards her with a point when she finally adds something.]
Well that's something. How bad do you think these decisions are? Because I think there's gotta be some sort of sliding scale...
He nods at the comment about work because - well. Same boat. Besides working on his bike there's not... much... he actually does. Especially now that the thing's up and running like new.
But he gestures towards her with a point when she finally adds something.]
Well that's something. How bad do you think these decisions are? Because I think there's gotta be some sort of sliding scale...
I think I might've hooked up with a married woman last week?
[ she says it with a hushed voice and a bit of a grimace — not that julie particularly cares about this random woman's relationship, but she's kind of surprised that one hasn't come back to bite her considering how people in this town love to gossip. ]
I'd say that probably ranks as at least "not great".
[ she says it with a hushed voice and a bit of a grimace — not that julie particularly cares about this random woman's relationship, but she's kind of surprised that one hasn't come back to bite her considering how people in this town love to gossip. ]
I'd say that probably ranks as at least "not great".
[ it isn't eddie's first foray into fooling around in the woods - harrington's not the only one who knows about skull rock, and it's a miracle they never ran into each other, though eddie assumes steve was probably a much more frequent visitor than he ever was - so it doesn't really occur to him that they should maybe take this elsewhere. to be fair, he doesn't really have much of an "elsewhere" - it's not like he can just waltz back to camp with a legion in tow and pick a corner. there's too many people around for that, for one, and he's fairly certain it would be at least a little bit frowned upon to be fraternizing with "the enemy". ormond doesn't really cross his mind, mostly because it's not his place to go back to.
and his mind is busy with other things anyway, like julie rolling her hips down into his, and that little stutter in her breath. he's half hard in his jeans and even just that little bit of friction is slightly maddening. eddie pants a quiet ah, shit against her mouth, fingers flexing against her hip when she buries her fist in his hair and bites at his lip, a deep, appreciative sound catching at the back of his throat.
julie's going to kill him, though he can't say he wouldn't prefer to be taken out this way over a knife in the chest. eddie's so into her it's stupid, but now that the floodgates have been opened, now that he's allowed to kiss her - now that he knows what she tastes like after having thought about it for what feels like an eternity, now that he knows that her hair is soft but her skin is softer, he thinks - it doesn't really matter what happens. as far as he's concerned, this is maybe the best thing that's happened to him since —
hell, he doesn't even know since when.
but it's not enough. or, it is enough, but right now it doesn't feel like it. there's still that needling desire to be closer to her even though they're about as close as they can get like this. as julie kisses him, eddie surges a little without warning, leaning up to get at her mouth, just as hungry and as messy. the hand at her hip moves; he wraps his arm around her lower back, shifts his weight - picks her up and twists the both of them, and not-so-gracefully lays her out on the forest floor, where he immediately fits himself between her knees.
but eddie hovers. he braces his weight on one forearm in the dirt up near julie's head, leans down to keep kissing her, but his other hand - his other hand finds her knee and slides from there down to about midway down the inside of her thigh. ]
and his mind is busy with other things anyway, like julie rolling her hips down into his, and that little stutter in her breath. he's half hard in his jeans and even just that little bit of friction is slightly maddening. eddie pants a quiet ah, shit against her mouth, fingers flexing against her hip when she buries her fist in his hair and bites at his lip, a deep, appreciative sound catching at the back of his throat.
julie's going to kill him, though he can't say he wouldn't prefer to be taken out this way over a knife in the chest. eddie's so into her it's stupid, but now that the floodgates have been opened, now that he's allowed to kiss her - now that he knows what she tastes like after having thought about it for what feels like an eternity, now that he knows that her hair is soft but her skin is softer, he thinks - it doesn't really matter what happens. as far as he's concerned, this is maybe the best thing that's happened to him since —
hell, he doesn't even know since when.
but it's not enough. or, it is enough, but right now it doesn't feel like it. there's still that needling desire to be closer to her even though they're about as close as they can get like this. as julie kisses him, eddie surges a little without warning, leaning up to get at her mouth, just as hungry and as messy. the hand at her hip moves; he wraps his arm around her lower back, shifts his weight - picks her up and twists the both of them, and not-so-gracefully lays her out on the forest floor, where he immediately fits himself between her knees.
but eddie hovers. he braces his weight on one forearm in the dirt up near julie's head, leans down to keep kissing her, but his other hand - his other hand finds her knee and slides from there down to about midway down the inside of her thigh. ]
[ a quietly surprised "what--" slips out of julie when eddie picks her up, turns into a laugh when her back's on the ground — short, breathy, fond. she's not really one to let someone just pick her up and move her, not without significant input on her part, but julie's so astonished by eddie having the balls to just do it that she's not even mad about it. ]
[ though she does nip at his bottom lip again when eddie's back in kissing range, harder this time, just as a way of telling him off. ]
[ that aside though, julie has few complaints, the list getting significantly shorter when she shimmies a little to get comfortable on the ground, hitches the thigh without a hand on it up at eddie's hip. gets about as far with 'getting comfortable' as unzipping her hoodie before she decides a better place for her hands is sliding them under eddie's shirt, around his sides and up his back. palms flat and fingers splayed out over his skin like she's trying to touch as much of him as possible. ]
[ though she does nip at his bottom lip again when eddie's back in kissing range, harder this time, just as a way of telling him off. ]
[ that aside though, julie has few complaints, the list getting significantly shorter when she shimmies a little to get comfortable on the ground, hitches the thigh without a hand on it up at eddie's hip. gets about as far with 'getting comfortable' as unzipping her hoodie before she decides a better place for her hands is sliding them under eddie's shirt, around his sides and up his back. palms flat and fingers splayed out over his skin like she's trying to touch as much of him as possible. ]
…No shit? [Okay maybe he said that a bit too loud. But he realizes it, his shoulders bunching from embarrassment.
He’s just gonna… lower his voice too. Because one never knows who could be listening nearby.]
I mean - yeah. I’d say so. [Pause.] But did you have fun at least? At the time? [The slightest smile. Is he blushing? A little.]
He’s just gonna… lower his voice too. Because one never knows who could be listening nearby.]
I mean - yeah. I’d say so. [Pause.] But did you have fun at least? At the time? [The slightest smile. Is he blushing? A little.]
[ the sharp nip at his lip stings a little, but eddie likes it, as evidenced by the low, pleased little laugh that he hides in her mouth. he feels... obsessed, and in some corner of his mind he knows that's dangerous, but between hawkins and here, eddie's life feels like it's been one giant risk for who knows how long anymore - so what's one more?
but his thoughts are elsewhere. on julie, and the metallic buzz of a zipper as she opens up her hoodie, the solid, warm weight of her thigh up over his hip, the slide of her palms under his shirt—
it's very brief, very blink-and-you'll-miss it, but there's a quick moment in which eddie pauses. he doesn't flinch or pull away, but his inhales sharpens a little and the hand on her thigh stills just for that one tick of a second when her hands splay over his sides, drift over the spread of welted scar tissue mapped across his torso. eddie's not terribly insecure about his body and the way it looks now, after the number the demobats did to him, but he knows it's ugly. he knows no one else knows about it, except maybe harrington. maybe buckley, too.
but it's fine. the moment is fleeting, and eddie pushes forward, sinks a little closer to julie, slides the hand on her thigh further up, his thumb following along the inseam of her jeans. he buries his face against the side of her neck, finds her pulse with his mouth and presses the flat of his tongue over it like he can measure her heartbeat that way, the way he's thought about doing too many times before now.
when he runs out of thigh and can go no higher, eddie turns his hand, presses three of his fingers between her legs and moves them slowly, just once, rubbing her over her jeans. ]
but his thoughts are elsewhere. on julie, and the metallic buzz of a zipper as she opens up her hoodie, the solid, warm weight of her thigh up over his hip, the slide of her palms under his shirt—
it's very brief, very blink-and-you'll-miss it, but there's a quick moment in which eddie pauses. he doesn't flinch or pull away, but his inhales sharpens a little and the hand on her thigh stills just for that one tick of a second when her hands splay over his sides, drift over the spread of welted scar tissue mapped across his torso. eddie's not terribly insecure about his body and the way it looks now, after the number the demobats did to him, but he knows it's ugly. he knows no one else knows about it, except maybe harrington. maybe buckley, too.
but it's fine. the moment is fleeting, and eddie pushes forward, sinks a little closer to julie, slides the hand on her thigh further up, his thumb following along the inseam of her jeans. he buries his face against the side of her neck, finds her pulse with his mouth and presses the flat of his tongue over it like he can measure her heartbeat that way, the way he's thought about doing too many times before now.
when he runs out of thigh and can go no higher, eddie turns his hand, presses three of his fingers between her legs and moves them slowly, just once, rubbing her over her jeans. ]
Good, bring cocoa.
[ Because when she gets out there, Frank's kicked back sitting against a tree. A few feet away, there's a body. A very obviously dead body, wrapped up in a ragged tarp. The face is covered but there's a lot of rusty stains dried into the canvas. One of the corpse's hand is sticking out of the bundle — it's desiccated, almost bones. This is a real fucking old corpse. ]
[ Because when she gets out there, Frank's kicked back sitting against a tree. A few feet away, there's a body. A very obviously dead body, wrapped up in a ragged tarp. The face is covered but there's a lot of rusty stains dried into the canvas. One of the corpse's hand is sticking out of the bundle — it's desiccated, almost bones. This is a real fucking old corpse. ]
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