[ 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. ]
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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. ]