[ Oh, fuck. Maybe Eddie should have thought this through, because the sight of her writhing against him, the way she has to clamp a hand over her mouth to keep from crying out-- he wants her so badly in that moment. Eddie takes a breath, has to steady himself despite the fact that he was the one to get her off. As hot as it had all been, he's only half hard, and he needs to settle himself down at least long enough for them to get home.
Eddie chuckles quietly, carefully withdrawing his hand and taking care in zipping her jeans back up, buttoning them closed. It's only then, after their kiss breaks off, that he notices the disaster of face paint on her face. Now it's his turn to clamp a hand over his face (yes, the one that had just been inside of her, so what) to keep from howling with laughter. ]
I bring out your wild side, I guess. Now tell me, does my face look as fucked up as yours?
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Eddie chuckles quietly, carefully withdrawing his hand and taking care in zipping her jeans back up, buttoning them closed. It's only then, after their kiss breaks off, that he notices the disaster of face paint on her face. Now it's his turn to clamp a hand over his face (yes, the one that had just been inside of her, so what) to keep from howling with laughter. ]
I bring out your wild side, I guess. Now tell me, does my face look as fucked up as yours?