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Eddie walks up the stairs faster than he should, and has to even out his breathing just like the first time. He barely knocks on the door before it opens, but he did say he'll be up shortly.
"Come in." Steph moves to the side to let him inside. Her hair is down now, and she's changed her jeans to a pair of sweatpants, looking soft and domestic. Having no idea what it does to Eddie's heart.
He rolls on the balls of his feet awkwardly, and spots Dart, blinking at him from his perch on the back of the couch. Steph picks up a small white bottle from the coffee table, and he focuses attention back on her.
"This is a leave-in, so after washing your hair and drying it with a towel, you rub a bit in your palms," she explains. "And like, rub it into your hair?" She frowns, nose scrunching adorably. "Like this." Steph hands him the bottle before showing the motion on her own hair. "And focus on the ends, maybe up to here." Gently pulling on a strand of Eddie's hair, she points to about half of its length. "Then you can let it air dry. It should help with the dry ends," she finishes off, absentmindedly running her hand through his curls.
He hopes it's a him thing, and not just a hair thing.
"Questions?" she asks, her eyebrows raising. Unfortunately, she seems to register her movements too, and drops her hand to curl it around her waist. Fortunately, it accentuates her breasts.
Eddie shakes his head.
"But, Wayne ordered me to keep you company before you go mad from talking to cats." He raises his hands when her eyes squint. "His words, not mine. I think he's just tired of me and wants me to bother someone else for a change. Which," oh no, he's rambling, but it's too late to stop it. "I'm not imposing myself on you, I can go grab some cigarettes from the convenience store. You had a long day at work, you must be tired. Of me, too."
His hand squeezes tighter around the bottle of conditioner. Steph's eyebrows are arched and unimpressed.
"Which one of those was a question?"
Right. Eddie licks his lips, and her eyes follow.
"May I keep you company on this fine evening?" he asks.
"You may," she accepts with a courteous nod and a small smile. Unfolding her arms, she turns to the kitchen, the last bits of tension seeping out. "Beer? Tea?"
"In your presence, milady, simple rain water will suffice." He presses his lips together. It's either rambling or nerdiness, when he's nervous. Usually both.
Steph only shrugs, one hand on the fridge handle as she looks at him expectantly.
"I just ran out, you have to pick something else."
"Beer, please." He smiles, relieved she's playing along.
She uncaps two beers for them and takes a look through her cupboards.
"I'd offer you a snack, but... all I have is popcorn. Do you want popcorn?" She looks over her shoulder at him.
"Salt or butter?"
"I have both."
"Salt, then. Don't like my hands greasy."
He doesn't like his hands greasy in the presence of a fine lady, that is.
While they watch the bag spin in the microwave, Eddie lets his mouth spit out what's been on his mind for the past couple of hours.
"Wayne's cast is going off this Thursday."
"It's been long enough," she nods thoughtfully. "Will he be able to walk?"
"With a crutch, yeah, but he won't be needing me anymore." He picks at the label on his beer. "So I'll be going back to Indy next week. Or this weekend."
"Ah, that's a pity. We just met." She pouts.
The microwave dings, Steph pops it open and the smell of popcorn fills the kitchen. Eddie isn't sure if her words were genuine or just a pleasantry, but she doesn't seem like pleasantries kind of person.
They move to the living room, at least one pair of cat eyes watching them curiously. Dart is still in his spot on the couch and doesn't move a muscle when they sit down.
"When are you visiting next?" she asks, popping a kernel into her mouth. "Thanksgiving?"
"Probably," he says, even though it wasn't his plan. He was going to wait Thanksgiving out and stay a day or two longer for the Christmas break. But if Steph was in any way interested in him, it would be worth the gas money and time spent behind the wheel. "Do you have any plans?"
Steph tucks her legs up on the couch, gets comfortable. The bowl of popcorn rests between them and Eddie can't wait for it to be gone.
"I'd usually go with Robin to see her parents, but I'm trying to wrap up on the salon thing. I want to tell Joyce before the year ends, maybe look at places in Indiana starting in January."
Eddie raises his eyebrows.
"I thought it was a more distant thing."
"Me too," she sighs. "But I'm probably just scared of change, and making it sound like more work than it is."
"Uh, I think opening a salon in a new city is a lot of work," Eddie points out, leaning forward to face her better. "And moving? It's a lot. But hey," he adds quickly, noticing that she has shrunk on herself. "I'll help however I can. Give you a couch to sleep on while you're looking for the perfect place."
She snorts.
"Thanks, I might take you up on that."
It would be weird, having Steph in his small bachelor apartment that he shares with a friend. But the idea sounds too alluring not to let it run his imagination for a second. Maybe she won't have anything to sleep in and Eddie would have to lend her a t-shirt. Something unmistakably Eddie-ish, like a brand telling everyone else to back off.
"I could show you around, too. I know the best pizza and Chinese places and which cafe's to avoid," he offers.
She cocks her head, watching him with a smile, the small but visible lines in the corners of her eyes crinkling.
"Planning a date already?"
Eddie's eyes widen. He kind of was.
But Steph doesn't seem repulsed, she's smiling at him with amusement, completely relaxed on her couch, beer in hand. So he shoots his shot.
"I hope I'll get a few before then," he admits, looking her in the eyes, straight into her soul.
She hums, the smile still present but somehow turning sour.
"When? You're leaving in a few days."
"That's a few days worth of dates," he counters.
"You're gonna sweep me off my feet and leave? That's not nice," she points out.
"I—" Eddie frowns. "Yeah, I know," he deflates. Steph's right, he already feels insane and it would get only worse if he got a proper taste.
She twists in her seat, feet landing on the carpet. He turns with a sigh, ready to be kicked out. He can always try next time, right?
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Eddie pulls at a curl nervously. “Yeah, sorry about that, I—”
Steve’s hand is on his thigh. His hand is on his thigh and a glance at his home shows curtains rustling a bit, and Eddie is suddenly reminded that Steve’s parents are home and they probably are not thrilled at seeing their one and only son getting picked up by the town pariah and Steve’s hand is on his thigh.
“Hey,” Steve squeezes his thigh, which cuts his train of thought short. Short-er. “You okay? We don’t have to do this today.”
I'm not super happy with what I wrote for a different prompt, so I'm gonna give you something from the Siren thing from before instead.
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Steve let out a hoarse groan, then his teeth sank through neoprene and into the meat of Eddie's shoulder, Eddie's breath stuck in his chest, his heart hammering and hammering as the pain raced down his arm to meet the crush of Steve's body.
"Ste—hh." he didn't have the air for it, didn't have the sense for it, squeezing at the hard twist of the thing in his grasp, too short breaths hissing past his teeth as he stared down between them, waiting for something to give so he could breathe again.
"Mhhrrrr," he felt Steve growling against him, the siren's whole body shuddering with it, the delicate fins that presented on his legs and tail beneath the water rattling in accord, sending tiny vibrations across the surface.
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Here you goooo! Have a not-quite-nsfw-but-close-enough-to-put-behind-a-cut bit of Try, Try Again!
He must feel it somehow, though, and provides some much-needed reassurance. “Hey, you’re good, Eddie, I—I like it.”
Steve likes having Eddie pressed up against him?
That definite chub is definitely getting to be a bit more than a chub, and he can’t help but grind forward just a little bit. Fuck, he’s going to come the moment his pants come off, isn’t he? Even the thought of Steve getting anywhere near his dick right now makes him twitch a bit, which, god, Steve definitely felt, if the shuddery breath he just let out is anything to go by.
