cheerfire | you are my sun, my moon

[ When he hears Chrissy singing along, it about breaks his heart. To be able to see her so free and easy, singing a love song while pressed against his chest, he wonders how anyone could ever have looked at her and decided to treat her poorly. But he's here now, they're together now, and for he swears to himself in that moment that she'll never go another day without being reminded of how wonderful she is.

Even though the music is not to his taste, it's easy to get lost in it. He doesn't notice any looks, doesn't even realize that multiple songs have played. Despite his outward appearance and eclectic tastes, he's always been soft at the center. Chrissy is just the one who can bring that softness to the surface. Then the tempo changes and Chrissy is pulling him towards the pool table and the spell is broken. Despite that, the magic lingers. He looks lovestruck as she pulls him across the bar, and it's only when she speaks that he finally starts to come back down to reality. ]

Of course I do. [ He grins at her, already reaching to grab a pool cue and spin it between his hands. He's been playing for years, and is pretty damn good. ] I can teach you, if you want.

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Oh, you absolutely are.

[ Not that he minds. Yes, the idea of waking up tomorrow to a clean apartment is enticing, but it doesn't hold a candle to spending time with Chrissy. Especially when they're both a little drunk, riding the high of their party and Chrissy is looking like something straight out of a wet dream. ]

I'm just in the mood to be distracted.

[ He spins her around so that they are chest to chest, letting his hands ghost along her sides. It's not just how she's dressed, not just the make up or how she's done her hair. Chrissy just has an iron grip on his heart, always had, always will. And now they have a real life together, a cozy apartment where they can throw parties and have friends over.

Eddie nudges her towards the couch, and it doesn't take much for gravity to pull the both of them down, limbs entangled. He kisses her then, slow, languid, desperate for the taste of her. It's one kiss among hundreds, maybe thousands, and it still has a direct line to his heart. ]

You're always in the mood for me to distract you.

[Maybe it's a proud admission, or maybe it's a tease. Either way, she feels it's completely the truth. Her nose brushes against his as she says it, staying close so she can quickly resume the kissing. It doesn't matter how long they've been together and how many times they've kissed. Chrissy knows she can probably spend entire days just making out with him.

The kisses stay languid and slow, up until her fingers tangle in his hair and she gives a tug so she can tip his head back a little. It's while her tongue is teasing at his that she simply holds things there for a moment, before her attention shifts to trailing along his throat instead.]

You really are into me being dressed like this, huh? Maybe I should really commit to the whole freak thing and ask you to try something weird.

One of my many faults, I'm afraid.

[ If you ask him, it's not a fault at all. He has long since been wrapped around Chrissy's finger, and he wouldn't have it any other way. She makes him happy in a way nothing, no one, else ever could, like his own spark of creation.

He hums softly as she turns her attention towards his neck, tips his head back to allow her better access. Eddie lets his hands settle on her shoulders, guides the two of them so they can collapse together on the couch. ]

Something weird like what? [ He asks playfully, twisting a strand of hair around his index finger. ] You're really playing the part, hm?

You like it, don't you?

[There's always a part of her that isn't confident enough, that feels like she has to apologize for taking up space. Thanks to how far she's come the past year, it's a very small part of her now. But it's still there, hiding and making itself known when she least wants it to come out into the open.

With the way he's smiling and twirling his hair around his finger, it's obvious he does. So she just laughs it off and shrugs, like she can't be bothered to have shame right now.

It's always easy for them to find ways to keep their sex lives interesting. Not that she feels they really need much, sex is always good as long as it's with Eddie. She still winds up blushing and trying to laugh it off though.]

And I don't know, Eddie. Is there anything we haven't tried at least once?

[She's sheltered and naive enough she's pretty sure there isn't. There can't be, with all the different ways they've had sex and fooled around.]

Of course I like it!

[ The answer comes in an enthusiastic burst. Of course, Eddie can't think of a single thing Chrissy has ever worn (or not worn) that he hasn't loved. Of course, he knows that for as much as her self confidence has developed, there's always room to remind her of just how beautiful he thinks she is.

Eddie wastes no time in tugging Chrissy onto his lap, nuzzles against her like a lovesick puppy. Even when they're discussing what sort of sex they might have tonight, he can't help the outpouring of sweet affection. ]

Now that's a good question. [ They've had no trouble exploring all sorts of things together, it's hard to come up with something they haven't yet tried. Except, perhaps, the more out there stuff, but Eddie has no interest in those things right now. ] Just the outfits might be good enough.

I think you're right.

[She laughs as she nuzzles back against him, and they're disgusting for a little while as they just bask in affection and sweet kisses. It isn't long before she's moving to straddle him, finding the whole outfit thing to be plenty to set the mood. It's not like they even really need much. They both are generally always in the mood for sex with each other.

So when her hands slide up under the cheer top she put him in, she makes a soft hmm sound that's more of a sing-song than anything. She kisses him nice and slow then, making it deep and claiming even though there's not one that would dare say he doesn't belong to her at this point.]

You know, I think it's really hot that you don't mind dressing up like this for me.

[The words are almost breathy and husky as she pulls back a little, teeth dragging at his lower lip in a playful nip as she goes.]

So you have to keep it on, okay?

Happy to oblige.

[ Dressing up is the least of it. Eddie has always found himself eager to do just about anything she asks. It's always proven to be worth it, because the way her face lights up, the way she smiles and laughs at his efforts, always manages to have a direct line to his heart. Chrissy is the sun that he revolves around, and he couldn't be happier. Sometimes it manifests in deeply touching ways, and other times it's just silly, horny, fun. Tonight is of course the latter. ]

Might even put this into my regular wardrobe. [ He's grinning as he reaches to kiss her, letting his own hands move down her hips to trace along her thighs. ] Would you like that?

You know I'd like it. [She grins right back, as her hands slip down over his and guide his touch up a little higher. There's a shiver and a soft sigh as she does, and when she kisses him this time, it's with the intent to entice him further. He swallows her groan as her hands slip free from his, and travel along his legs to delve beneath the skirt he's wearing.

Who knew getting her pretty boyfriend in a skirt would be such a turn on?]

Do you want me to ride you right here, baby?

[Her fingers tiptoe along his thighs, stopping short of touching him where she's sure he wants her to.]

Would you like that?

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