[ in between that tiny little gasp and the way julie parts her legs a little more to make room for him, it's absolutely wild that eddie has even a shred of decency left in him - but that's just eddie, and as much as he would like to get julie off in the middle of the fucking woods, even he's smart enough to know that there are safer places. julie might be an expert at what she does, she might be fast an always armed, but second to screwing around in another killer's territory, the woods are probably one of the most dangerous places to be caught off your guard.
and, you know. julie kinda deserves better than a forest floor.
so just short of biting a mark into the side of her throat, eddie withdraws only far enough to pant a hot, quiet breath against her neck, his fingers firm where they're still between her legs, encouraging her to keep grinding. ]
Is, uh - [ he kisses his way up the side of her neck, gently scrapes his teeth against the skin just below her ear, and when he speaks, his voice is low and quiet and gravelly at the edges. ] S'anyone at the lodge?
[ it's a good thing eddie says something, especially if the way one of julie's hands finds its way to his waistband is anything to judge by, thumb pressed to the button on his jeans like she's looking for the right angle to pop them open. she's obviously not thinking about what a poor decision it is to get up to this on the ground in the woods. ]
[ she keeps her hips pressed to his fingers, bites her lip on a quiet moan that wants to slip out and lets it taper into a shaky breath at the way he scrapes his teeth over her skin. immediately encouraging in the way she tilts her head that little bit more for him. ]
[ it takes her a second to parse the question, and when she does her voice is coarse, a little husky. ]
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and, you know. julie kinda deserves better than a forest floor.
so just short of biting a mark into the side of her throat, eddie withdraws only far enough to pant a hot, quiet breath against her neck, his fingers firm where they're still between her legs, encouraging her to keep grinding. ]
Is, uh - [ he kisses his way up the side of her neck, gently scrapes his teeth against the skin just below her ear, and when he speaks, his voice is low and quiet and gravelly at the edges. ] S'anyone at the lodge?
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[ she keeps her hips pressed to his fingers, bites her lip on a quiet moan that wants to slip out and lets it taper into a shaky breath at the way he scrapes his teeth over her skin. immediately encouraging in the way she tilts her head that little bit more for him. ]
[ it takes her a second to parse the question, and when she does her voice is coarse, a little husky. ]
I-- I don't think so.