[ Words aren't coming to him easily, still drunk and riding the high of having fucked her. Though fucking her doesn't feel like the right word for it. Eddie takes in a long, slow breath, pulls her close to him even as his cock softens inside her. He doesn't want to move, doesn't want to pull them apart, because that will ultimately mean having to return to a reality. A reality where he is in a relationship, and she is too, even if he doesn't know that yet. ]
We should spend the night here.
[ There's a lot of reasons for that, but he suggests it primarily because he can't imagine being anywhere but here with her right now. Slowly, Eddie begins the arduous task of untangling the two of them, pulling her gently off of him. He stands, pulling his jeans back up and not worrying about the mess. He supposes they could shower, but he's drunk enough where he doesn't mind it. Eddie takes her by the hand and tugs her towards what was once his bedroom.
Wayne has kept the room largely in tact since its teenage years, with posters still adorning the wall. But it had been cleaned at some point, and his bed had been replaced with clean sheets and bedding somewhere along the line. It doesn't take much to coax her into his bed, and the two of them collapse there together, trading kisses and whispered adoration before they drift off to sleep.
Morning comes and Eddie blearily blinks awake as sunlight filters in through the shades. There's a mild headache, but other than that, he doesn't find himself terribly hungover. Being a popular musician comes with a lot of partying, and it takes more than a few whiskeys to leave him hurting. Eddie props himself up on an elbow, content to just watch Chrissy sleep for a little while. She is so impossibly beautiful, he hates himself for having taken so long to make this happen. He leans over her, pressing kisses to her forehead and jaw line until she finally stirs awake. ]
Morning. [ He smiles down at her, hoping that she doesn't somehow find herself regretting their previous night's tryst. ] How you feeling?
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[ Words aren't coming to him easily, still drunk and riding the high of having fucked her. Though fucking her doesn't feel like the right word for it. Eddie takes in a long, slow breath, pulls her close to him even as his cock softens inside her. He doesn't want to move, doesn't want to pull them apart, because that will ultimately mean having to return to a reality. A reality where he is in a relationship, and she is too, even if he doesn't know that yet. ]
We should spend the night here.
[ There's a lot of reasons for that, but he suggests it primarily because he can't imagine being anywhere but here with her right now. Slowly, Eddie begins the arduous task of untangling the two of them, pulling her gently off of him. He stands, pulling his jeans back up and not worrying about the mess. He supposes they could shower, but he's drunk enough where he doesn't mind it. Eddie takes her by the hand and tugs her towards what was once his bedroom.
Wayne has kept the room largely in tact since its teenage years, with posters still adorning the wall. But it had been cleaned at some point, and his bed had been replaced with clean sheets and bedding somewhere along the line. It doesn't take much to coax her into his bed, and the two of them collapse there together, trading kisses and whispered adoration before they drift off to sleep.
Morning comes and Eddie blearily blinks awake as sunlight filters in through the shades. There's a mild headache, but other than that, he doesn't find himself terribly hungover. Being a popular musician comes with a lot of partying, and it takes more than a few whiskeys to leave him hurting. Eddie props himself up on an elbow, content to just watch Chrissy sleep for a little while. She is so impossibly beautiful, he hates himself for having taken so long to make this happen. He leans over her, pressing kisses to her forehead and jaw line until she finally stirs awake. ]
Morning. [ He smiles down at her, hoping that she doesn't somehow find herself regretting their previous night's tryst. ] How you feeling?