(djo’s version)

He cupped her hands a little tighter in his own and blew some more air in with her fingers. At first, he’d been too distracted by his icicle of a best friend to notice just how close she was. But once the proximity had clicked in his brain all he could think about was how easy it could be to lean in and kiss her pretty fingers.

Startled by the thought that he might actually do it he dropped her hands and pointed to his bedroom. “Go get a sweater.”

“I’m not that cold-”

“Hey,” he waved his hand a few times in the direction he was pointing. “Go, I mean it.”

Once she’d set off towards his bedroom he sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face, forcing himself to chill the fuck out as he walked over to the space heater in the middle of the room and turned it all the way up.

It felt like he was being tortured, it had for a while now. Crushing on his best friend was just objectively a bad idea. She was too fucking pretty and had absolutely no sense of personal space and was just… so her. It didn’t help that she liked to hold hands, or sleep in his bed with him when she didn’t want to leave, or kiss his cheek before carrying on with what she was doing like she hadn’t just grabbed his heart in a fist and rattled it around.

She was legitimately trying to kill him.

When he noticed she was taking suspiciously too long he followed her into his bedroom and found her messing with the crystals on his nightstand — the crystals she had given him because they were supposed to be good luck or whatever. He hadn’t really been paying attention when she’d explained what each one did, he’d been too preoccupied staring at her mouth.

“Eddie,” she picked one rock up and placed it to the side, bringing a smaller purpley rock to the front of the bunch. “This one needs to be at the front, it’s the most important. You don’t want bad luck, do you?”

“I want a friend who actually listens to me,” grumbled as he moved over to his wardrobe and just pulled out the first sweater his fingers touched, holding it out towards her. “On.”

She sighed but did as she was told, pulling the neck of the sweater over her head and somehow not catching any of the hair clips or beads she had scattered through her hair. He was convinced half of them were actually just stuck there.

Her hands lifted to the neck and brought it up to her nose, inhaling before smiling at him. “You smell nice. Thank you.”

What the fuck was she trying to fucking do to him? “Yeah. No problem,” he cleared his throat. “C’mon, we’ve got those movies to watch.”

When she stepped forwards he expected her to move around him to leave the room, but instead she stopped dead in front of him, so close that he could feel her breaths against his skin.

He didn’t have time to ask what she was doing when her hand lifted and her finger was stroking underneath his eye, pulling back to show him an eyelash.

She smiled. “You get to make a wish.”

His heart was stuttering in his chest as he blinked at her. She still hadn’t moved back.

“Right.” He rolled his eyes trying and failing to not glance down at her mouth.

There was only one thing he was going to wish for, wasn’t there? He blew the eyelash off of her finger and hoped maybe it might come true one day.

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She sighed as she opened the door and ushered him inside, cringing when the toe of his boot caught on the lip of the doorway and he stumbled ungraciously into his home.

The door had barely closed before he was on her again, cold hands finding her cheeks this time. “Jesus you’re so fucking pretty,” he leaned down to catch her mouth with his, his breath all hot as if fanned out over her face. “Prettiest girl in the whole fucking world.”

His ability to fluster her was well and truly astounding. She giggled around the butterflies as her hands pressed to his chest to gently encourage him back. “Eddie, c’mon you said you’d drink some water for me.”

He groaned all dramatically, head tipped back like a sulking child. “I take it back.”

“No you don’t.” She took his hand and led him through to the kitchen. She knew the layout like the back of her hand, and got a glass from one of the cabinets before she passed it to him once it had been filled with water.

He glared at her over the rim as he gulped it down quickly before putting it back down on the counter. “Can I kiss you stupid now?”

His enthusiasm was admirable. She giggled as his hands gravitated towards her hips again. “You need sleep, mister.”

“Pssh,” his head ducked to scatter warm kisses over her cheeks. “Overrated.”

She practically squeaked as he hugged her thighs to haul her up onto the counter, his mouth on hers before she could even complain. And how could she not indulge him when he was kissing her like that? Large hands roaming her thighs as his tongue bullied it’s way into her mouth, rolling against hers in a way that made her stomach clench.

Only he pulled away a moment later with a scowl. “What the fuck?” He pinched her leg and she jumped, only to notice he was pulling at the fabric of her tights. “This is so rude, hiding these legs away from me.”

She couldn’t help but laugh. “I’ve been wearing them all night baby.”

“Have you?” He was still scowling down at the tights like they’d offended him.

“Yes.” She laughed.

“Well they’re coming off.” Before she could tell him that in order to get undressed he had to let her go he’d pinched the fabric between two fingers and started pulling.

“Eddie don’t-”

Rip. A hole appeared in her tights as a ladder ran down to her calf. He watched with some sort of glee at the sight. “That’s fucking cool.” And then he just pulled at the hole more until multiple ladders ran up her thigh and down her calf. He only stopped once the hole was big enough to get his entire hand on her thigh.

“That’s better. Missed this thing,” he leaned down to kiss the now exposed skin before looking up at her. “What?”

“Those were my last good pair of tights,” she sighed, but she couldn’t be mad when he was looking at her like that as he leaned down to press another kiss to her thigh. “You’re buying me more, mister.”

He grinned as his hands found her other thigh. “Personally I think you shouldn’t wear these ever again. These pretty things shouldn’t ever be covered up.” He leaned in to kiss her again and he tasted like the rum he’d been drinking at the party. As his tongue swiped behind her teeth he ripped the other leg of her tights and laughed into her mouth.

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