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eddie woke up alone. he was curled in on himself, on his side, hugging his body tight, the blanket pulled high over his shoulders and bunched around his neck. he felt hot, too hot. he kicked the blanket off.
he didn't know where he was. he slept deeply. that really good kind of sleep where you're just so exhausted and it takes entirely too long to gain conciseness after. that's what eddie was feeling right now. he didn't know anything, other than the fact that he was too hot, and something smelled really nice.
it was a faint smell of... hmm, something flowery and sweet, and a little musky but in a nice way. he tucked his face into the sheets and breathed it in. when he rolled onto his back, he smelt something else. something stronger. something that made his mouth water.
he rubbed his eyes and tried to force himself back to the now. bacon. he could smell bacon. he could really go for some bacon right now... but he still didn't know where he was. he wasn't in his room, he knew that, it didn't smell like pot in here so it couldn't be his room. and... and the light fixture was different, and there were no posters on the walls. and there were pictures, nice, homely pictures, in frames. and... a dresser, and clothes stewn about over chairs. an open wardrobe that was full of flowey fabrics and dainty patters.
he was in a womans bedroom?
oh fuck, he was in your bedroom.
he forced himself to sit up because, why the fuck was he in your bedroom?
no, scratch that. why the fuck was he in your bedroom, in his underwear?
he looked around some more, but his brain was just so foggy. he could barely form a thought, let alone collect a memory.
he stretched his back out, stretched his arms out, and yawned, slapping his abdomen as he did. next, he stood, and he was a little wobbly on his feet. he stretched his body out then too, shaking, bringing himself back to conciseness a bit more. he scratched his head and found his hair had been tied back into two braids down the sides of his head. what the fuck? he'd never done his hair like that before.
he heard music, soft sounds of it, coming from behind the door. it was a song he couldn't pin point, but he recognised it. he didn't know where his clothes were, they weren't on the floor or anything. okay... strange. he made for the door.
the stronger smell of bacon flooded his senses when he pulled it open. it made him drool. he was so hungry. why was he so hungry? he hardly ever ate in the mornings... maybe it was the afternoon. the music got louder too, something by... oh, something by queen. eddie liked queen- don't tell gareth that.
he poked his head around the corner to look into the kitchen, and he was met with a sight he had to blink a bunch for, to make sure he was actually seeing it. you were standing in the kitchen, humming along to the song, swaying your hips. you had your back to him, but you were wearing a shirt- his shirt, and your underwear, and a pair of socks, and nothing else. you had your hair braided the same as he did, though he was certain you looked better with them.
you swayed and sung and dropped some toast onto a plate with a satisfied little hum before spinning around. you practically jumped out of your skin.
"fuck me- bunny!" you laughed, your smile so bright eddie couldn't help but mirror it, "don't creep up on me, sugar. you know i scare easy."
"sorry." eddie said before he even processed it, he rubbed his eyes again, still making sense of it all.
"damn." you said, your hands on your hips as you huffed, and it sent a few strands of hair flying up out of your face, much like a cartoon character, "i was hoping i'd have a little more time to bring you breakfast in bed."
eddie looked at you for a moment, at your sweet smile, at the state of you, remembering the state of himself. of your bed. of the musk- ohmygod that happened. jesus, it wasn't just a wet dream. it happened. it really fucking happened. all of it. you fucked him.
eddie cracked a smile, sheepish, "sorry."
"never mind that." you smiled, walking over to the stove where you flipped some bacon... mhm, bacon, "how are you feeling, bunny?"
"tired." he croaked.
"coffee?" you asked, pointing back over your shoulder with the spatula, "poured you a cup, put extra sugar in because you deserve a little sweetness in your life, baby."
well aren't you just a delight?
eddie hummed and moved over to the counter by the coffee pot and wrapped his hands around the mug, took a sip.
"thanks."
"no problem... you hungry?" you turned the heat off and moved back to the plates beside him, shoveling bacon onto the both of them, "worked up an appitite last night."
"starving." he said and took a big sip.
you giggled at him, "you got a little milk mustache." you set the pan down in the sink, the spatula too.
"oh." eddie said, reaching his hand up to wipe it away, but you didn't let him. you grabbed his hand and pulled it back, and kissed it away instead, "oh."
"you are so out of it, right now." your smile was the brightest thing he'd ever seen. iit was brighter than the fucking sun. what was that rule? don't stare directly at the sun or you'd burn your retinas? well, fuck not staring into the sun, he wants to look at that smile forever.
"mhm." eddie lulled his head forward a little and sipped on his coffee again, "sorry."
"you're so cute. don't apologise." you said, "is there anything i can do for you?"
he shook his head no, because even if there was, he couldn't bloody well form a thought clear enough to communicate it.
you nodded your head and grabbed the plates off the counter, walking them over to the little table at the edge of the lounge room. you tipped your head back to call him over with you, and he rolled off of the counter and followed. he let you pull out his chair and sit him down in it, and you gave the juncture of his shoulders a little squeeze and kissed the top of his head. eddie closed his eyes and hummed. he liked all of this very much. you sat down across from him and picked at your food.
eddie ate too. you both ate in silence. his brain was still fog and he had all his wires crossed, so talking wasn’t something that even popped into his head as an idea. you didn’t seem to mind, you just picked at your food and looked at him. you looked at him with a soft smile and a glint in you eye that made eddie feel all fuzzy inside.
once his plate was done and he was full, he stretched out over the back of the chair and let out a wide yawn that made you laugh. you cleared his plate, and eddie scolded himself for not clearing yours first.
he walked into the kitchen with a smile, his brain a little more up too speed now. the bacon really helped.
“thank you.” he said.
you were rinsing the plates off in the sink so you turned back over your shoulder to look at him and smiled, “don’t even… i like looking after you, bunny. plus, i needed a good breakfast too.”
“not just for breakfast.” eddie said simply, and he meant it.
your shoulders dropped a little as you sighed and turned the tap off, “you don’t need to do that.”
“but i will.” he shrugged, “thank you.”
you flicked your hands out and dried them off on the tea towel beside you, “status report?”
eddie chuckled softly, “a little tired, happy… well fed and… nervous.”
you turned around to face him fully, leaning back against the sink, your hands braced on the counter, “nervous?”
“i don’t know what we’re doing…” he swallowed, “i don’t want to scare you away.”
“you couldn’t if you tried.” you said and smacked your lips, “did you have fun?”
eddie nodded and smiled, “yes, obviously.”
“did i push any boundaries?” you seemed quite nervous.
“no.” he shook his head, “i liked it all.”
“is your body in any pain?”
eddie thought for a moment, let himself feel it, “ah… where you bit me is a little tender. but it’s not uncomfortable.” he shrugged with a nervous laugh, “i like the ache… reminds me it’s there… you put it there.”
you grinned, “would you like to do it again some time?”
“yes.” eddie said, very quickly, “yes, absolutely. whenever- right now? i could go for right now? can i eat you out again? please, i’ll get on my knees and do it right here-“
you laughed and threw the tea towel at him, “how strong are you feeling right now?”
he furrowed his brow, entirely confused as to why you were asking such a thing.
“i need you to do some heavy lifting, big boy.” you smirked.
“ah- i’m feeling… strong, i guess.” he shrugged.
“brilliant.” you smiled and in a split second you were rushing right for him.
you let out a high sound and flung your arms around him, throwing yourself at him, your legs wrapping around his waist. he stumbled back, not expecting that in the slightest, but he caught you and laughed. he hugged you close and spun you around with the motion. spinning you and spinning you and spinning you until he could sit you down on the counter, and he placed his hands on it, on either sides of your hips. you kept him close, ankles locked behind his back and arms hugging his neck.
you were awfully close, and eddie realised he hasn’t brushed his teeth yet.
“i need to brush my teeth.” he said, your breath fanning his mouth, your noses brushing against one another.
“so do i.” you giggled, and you kissed him anyway.
closed mouthed and sweet, but it was a kiss. eddie could kiss you now. that was a thing he could do. what the fuck? someone pinch him now, before he wakes up crying from this dream.
“now, i hate to break up the sweet moment, bunny,” you said, sweeping his hair out of his eyes, “but i have things to do and places to be today.”
he pouted, “can we just stay here?”
you sighed, “wouldn’t that be lovely?” he nodded, “i can’t today, sugar.”
he pouted more and it made you giggle.
“this is what’s going to happen- wait, do you have any plans today?”
he shook his head, “it’s saturday, i don’t have any obligations.”
“wonderful.” you smiled and pecked his lips again, “i’m going to go brush my teeth, and i’ve got a spare toothbrush if you want it. and then i’m going to go collect the laundry i hung out this morning, and give you your pants back-“
“you washed my pants?” he asked.
“yes.“ you giggled, “they- ah… they got a little dirty.”
“dirty?” he quirked an eyebrow.
“when i was on your lap.” you said softly, running your fingers over his braids, “told you you get me so wet-“
“oh.” his eyes almost bulged out of his head, “they were…”
you nodded and smirked, “so i washed them. and i need to wash the sheets as well, because they got… you just… you had cum on your stomach and-“
eddie groaned, “i’m sorry. i’ll wash them.”
“no.” you shook your head sternly, “no offence, but i paid good money for those sheets and i doubt you know how to wash them correctly. you can wash the dishes if you’d like to help, though?”
eddie nodded and kissed you again, “of course.”
“thank you, baby.” you smiled very sweetly, “then.. by the time i’m done with that, the cake i just stuck in the oven should be done, and we can have some coffee and cake, and we’re going to have a little talk-“
“oh no.” eddie went pale.
“no, don’t worry your pretty head about it.” you smiled, “we’re just going to talk about… how to go about danny. and set some boundaries. you can tell me anything you’d like to explore.”
“oh, okay.” eddie sighed, very thankful he wasn’t getting broken up with already.
“and then i have to shower, because i have work at three. and, i don’t have the car since danny took it, and i was wondering if you would drive me-“
“yes.” he said, and kissed you again, “obviously yes.”
“okay, well good. and, i finish at nine, so you can pick me up if you like, and stay the night again. and we can try something new- if you want to bring anything you have at home, you can. but i have things, if you’d like.”
“like… like toys?” eddie asked, his heart thumping in his chest.
“yeah.” you nodded, squeezing your legs around him a little tighter, “if you’d like.”
“yes.” eddie breathed and kissed you again, “i’ll be there, nine, on the dot.”
“wonderful.” you smiled and kissed him one more time, “now, take me to the bathroom like a good boy so i can brush my teeth, because my mouth feels gross like bacon.”
“yes ma’am.” eddie nodded suit and lifted you off the counter, “god, i love it when you talk dirty to me.”
you giggled, “i’m a brilliant dirty talker.”
“mhm.” eddie nodded, his eyes fixed on your pretty face as he stepped into the bathroom, “you are.”
he sat you down on the counter, shoving danny’s shit out of the way with probably a little too much aggression to do so. look, it was the only way he could show his possessiveness, okay? you reached for your toothbrush, and eddie helped to squeeze some toothpaste on it, and turned on the tap for you. and kissed your cheek as you started to brush your teeth. you directed him to the spare toothbrush in the cupboard, and eddie went on a deep dive for it. he let you put the toothpaste on his brush, and turn on the tap for him.
he found this all very corny and he was delighted with how giddy it made him.
he stood between your thighs, a firm hand gripping one, his thumb soothing soft circles on your skin as you brushed your teeth together. he couldn’t tear his eyes from you.
you spat your toothpaste into the sink, and eddie did too, and then you pulled him in by the chin for a kiss, your lips all foamy still, but he let you anyway. he’d always let you. you both laughed into the kiss because it felt stupid, but you kissed kissed kissed anyway.
you rinsed your mouths out, and when eddie stood back up again and looked in the mirror for the first time, he freaked.
his neck was absolutely covered in blossoming bruises. a big one on his throat, right under his chin, a few smaller ones scattered from under each ear to the base of his neck. one of his collarbones was purple too, and of course there was the bite mark. a big purple hicky blooming underneath sharp lines in the shape of your teeth, a murky yellow spreading around it. he had a few leading down his chest and stomach too, not nearly as big, but you marked him good. that’s for sure.
he ran his fingers over them all.
“bunny.” you muttered, “open that draw for me?”
eddie blinked at you a few times and then realised what you had asked, and obeyed. you pointed to a tube of lotion or something and he grabbed it for you. you put some of the gel onto your finger and beaconed him over.
“tss.” he hissed, his head jerking away when the cool cream hit his skin, you rubbed it into the bite mark, “what are you doing?”
“it’s such a bad bruise, i almost made you bleed. this will help it heal up.”
“i don’t want it to heal.” he pouted.
“well, i do. it hurts you.” you said simply, continuing to soothe the gel into his skin, “don’t worry, i’ll make my mark on you as often as you like, sweet boy. just- let me make them hurt less when i do?”
he sighed and smiled because, well, how could he say no to that? you were honestly too good for him.
eddie almost told you he loved you, but luckily his head was clear enough to stop himself.
“now.” you said, putting the cap back on the cream and setting it down, “give me a proper kiss so i can start my day.”
eddie grinned and leaned in over you again, “whatever you say, mommy.”
you hummed, satisfied, and pulled him into a kiss. it was a good one. a very good one. slow and languid laps of your tongue in his mouth, sucking and nipping and moaning with eachother. it was slow and warm and soft and perfect. eddie didn’t want to leave this moment.
he was most certainly, utterly, royally, fucked.
**
part 17
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