[ 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. ]
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[ 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. ]