Edward Anthony Tully

She blinked over at him, all doe eyes and innocence, listening to his words. There were a lot of things her father was capable, but murdering Edward Tully, his star little officer, for sleeping with his daughter? He might beat the shit out of him, but Brianna firmly believed he wouldn’t kill the guy.

Eddie was hovering over Brianna, his hand caressing her cheek when she pulled away and suggested breakfast in bed. The young Detective was taken aback for two reasons, firstly he had expected that Brianna would have wanted to get away as quickly as possible, second he was excited for the notion to spend more time with Brianna in this secret place of theirs.

It was his laughter that drew her attention; she peeked an eye open, looking for confirmation even though she already knew his voice. She had a thing about voices; being a cop’s daughter forced you to be observant. How aware of things was she supposed to be, though, waking up in a hotel room with the taste of dry liquor in her mouth?

Eddie groaned into his hands whilst simultaneously chuckling at what she said.

“Jesus,” Brianna groaned, her head pounding against her skull, reminding her why she doesn’t often drink. A new year, for new hangovers. “Why do I not smell coffee? Where’s Jimmy?”

Eddie’s eyes snapped open as he heard a familiar voice from behind him. He sat bolt upright, causing the dull headache he had to sharpen painfully, causing him to raise a hand to his head with a groan.

When she looked up at her sandwich and followed his gaze, she couldn’t help but smirk a little.

"I can see his appeal to the untrained eye, though. Handsome, charming. But you can find those traits anywhere without the added psychopathy."

Lana felt sauce dripping down her lip mid-bite and managed to catch it with her tongue before it made it to her chin. Victory was hers.

Eddie's eyes narrowed for a moment, watching her tongue flick out. Damn her. He thought to himself before focusing on his own meal while trying to forget her tongue. 

It was easy to give him more access to her skin, more of her. It was easy to give her body to Eddie. Bri let out a soft little moan as he explored and touched and when he spoke, it sent shivers down her back and everywhere else that she could feel.

"What are friends for, right?" She took her sandwich when it was ready and met him at the table.

Eddie snorted into his sub as he ate. He looked up to wipe his mouth, brushing the crumbs off his fingers as he grinned at her. He always found Lana incredibly amusing. 

Eddie let her lift his shirt off, before he eased her onto the bed. His lips never leaving hers, his hand dragged up her leg, desperately trying to touch her skin as he started kissing his way down to her collarbone.

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"I’ll say that you were a damned fool, but one of the good ones," she patted him on the back comfortingly before reaching for her wallet and pulling out her card. Lana placed her order and paid for it before she turned back to Eddie.

"Thank you so much." he said placing his hand over his heart before grinning and handing the man behind the counter his money.

She tugged on his shirt a little after he pulled away, protesting the lack of contact. However, his words soon reached her ears, and she couldn’t say she hated them. Bri looked around and noticed that no one was paying attention to them (which, in itself, was a brilliant thing) and decided that staying here, doing nothing with her bran new year, was the wrong thing to do.

Eddie grinned, his fingers intertwining with hers as his other hand slipped beneath her blouse to caress her bare hip. He exhaled with a growl of desire before looking back up into her eyes.

"I figured you might be. Which is why I stayed stone sober. Someone had to be on the lookout,” Lana teased as they entered the sub place. She supposed she could’ve gotten drunk if she really wanted to, given the coworkers she’d stationed in the party. But sometimes she preferred to be in control of all of her facilities, especially when she was surrounded by others who weren’t, and especially lately when anything could go wrong.

Eddie simply blushed slightly as he rolled up the money in his hands. He shook his head, not in regret of what had happened with Brianna...but with what would happen if his boss found out.

Eddie's fingers were about to do very inappropriate things to Brianna before he remembered they were in public, and that he was a Detective, she was the Commissioner's daughter...and he wasn't 17 anymore. He pulled away from her with a smile, before taking her hand in his.

"It can’t be half as good as the one you make when your steak is perfectly in the middle of rare and well done," Lana laughed.

"I do make a pretty damn satisfied face..." Eddie mused before grinning at her. He threw his head back to laugh, since being promoted to Homicide, he'd found that he was becoming less and less squeamish. 

She tried to listen, furrowing her eyebrows. Then it made sense. And then she felt like an idiot. Then she felt even more stupid because she was drunk too and she had totally messed up.