Lemons, Limes, and my Love

Eddie was sort of dying to meet them at this point. He'd seen them both, of course, but only in passing. He knew Steve was around his height, built like a former athlete, with a lot of thick golden brown hair. He knew Robin was lean with a cropped blondish bob that tended toward messy. They were always in motion, though, so he'd never really seen their faces.

He tried orchestrating a casual interaction - an act that was definitionally not casual, but whatever - but he was having the devil's luck.

He tried taking the trash out when he heard them getting theirs around. (Steve got a phone call and for some reason it took both he and Robin to answer it.)

He tried getting home when Robin would have gotten back from her study group. (It was cancelled.)

still pecking away

Steve determinedly faced the spray, rubbing his face to try and convince his skin to quiet down. "You've got a mirror," Steve said.

"I'd rather hear from you," Eddie said. "And quit hogging the spray, I'm gettin' cold out here."

Steve huffed and stepped aside to let some of the water hit Eddie.

The sound of his surprised squawk was deeply satisfying.

Steve wasn't going to pretend that he wasn't keenly aware of Eddie being a foot away from him, naked. He was, and a portion of his brain was blaring an alarm that sounded a lot like fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck - but somehow it also felt normal. It felt like this was how everything should be. Eddie should be in his house, in his room, in his shower, his bed, his body. Eddie belonged here.

Steve swallowed hard. His voice sounded a little strangled. "Spin around, I'll wash your hair for you. It's pretty tangled after everything."

"I'd say I can do it myself, but I'm not gonna turn down the chance to let The Hair himself take charge of the mane," Eddie said. He turned to face away, leaving Steve to turn and take in the sight of Eddie's naked back.

It's not the weekend anymore but I lost most of Saturday so I'm still gonna go~

Steve waited for the water to balance and tried to avoid cursing himself too loudly inside his head. What the hell made him think it was a good idea to shower with Eddie? Well… other than this craving, this itchy feeling like he wanted, needed to be close. Closer. Needed his skin pressed against Eddie's skin, needed to run his hands over where there'd only been blood before. Needed to reassure himself.

Needed-

"Why are you rushing me when you're not even in the water yet?"

Steve looked over his shoulder and his breath caught.

Fuck, he's pretty.

A shy but pleased grin cut across Eddie's face.

You're not so bad yourself. You steal that ass from a god, or what?

Steve flushed deep red and turned back to face the shower quickly. "I'm not used to anyone being able to hear me," he squeaked, then stuck his hand in the water and quickly disappeared behind the shower curtain.

"Hey, I'm always happy to get a compliment," Eddie said, tugging back the curtain and stepping in behind Steve. "Tell me more about how pretty I am, pretty boy."

Steve determinedly faced the spray, rubbing his face to try and convince his skin to quiet down. "You've got a mirror," Steve said.

Downstairs several doors opened and closed, and finally Robin's weary footsteps on the stairs. She walked down the hall and slumped against the wall near Steve's door.

"I know you're in there, dingus," Robin said. "I'm not gonna- you don't have to shift back. I don't know if you even can. I just…" She sighed. "I miss your dumb face."

Steve whined softly.

"Anyway, I'm gonna steal your parents' shower," Robin said. "I'll see if there's food once I'm not covered in nightmare dirt. I'll meet you in the kitchen, okay? Tell Eddie, too." She paused. "He's probably in there with you. I didn't even think. Okay, well I'll meet you both in the kitchen in like a half hour once I'm done wasting your water."

Eddie rolled onto his back away from Steve. So we're shifting, right? Like now.

God yeah,Steve said. He stood up and headed toward the bathroom. I'm shifting and getting in the shower. I'll be quick so you can get a shower before the hot water runs out.

We could always share, Eddie said, tongue lolling out in a grin.

Steve paused, then turned. He tilted his head consideringly. Yeah, shower's big enough.

Wait, really? Eddie's eyes looked impossibly wider.

Steve raised an eyebrow. Not the first time I've showered with other dudes.

Oh, right. Manly sportsball bonding. Slapping asses in the showers.

I'll have you know I slapped no asses, Steve sniffed. I have standards.

He turned and continued toward the bathroom. Once he was inside and out of sight of the door, Eddie heard the familiar sounds of bones popping and shifting, and then Steve's voice in the air instead of just inside Eddie's mind.

"Hurry up if you're coming," Steve said.

Eddie rolled onto his feet and slid into one of the least comfortable shifts of his life. Scar tissue stretched and shifted, settling onto his human frame. Eddie looked down at his body, almost afraid of what he'd find.

He looked… pretty normal. Pieces of his body were pink with fresh scarring, raised and sore, but healed over. His missing chunks of flesh were back, regained as his body shaped and reshaped itself with the shifts. Parts of his tattoos were missing, but that was fixable.

awoooo

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:D Thank you for asking! I love this one. For context, Steve and Eddie are currently stuck in wolf form. They can speak telepathically to each other (the italics).