[ It's funny. They've done this dance before, the frenzied kisses, the race to the bedroom, but there had always been something missing from that, even if Eddie hadn't realized it until now. The emotion behind each kiss feels charged, and heightens the whole thing, makes the hairs on Eddie's arms stand on end as if there's static electricity in the air.
When Steve pulls away, for a moment he worries that he misread the situation, but he immediately relaxes when he recognizes what it is Steve is asking, and the seriousness with which Steve is asking. He doesn't know the details of what happened with Nancy, still feels bad about trying to push the two of them together in spite of everything, but he can guess that it must have done a number on Steve's head and heart.
He lips flicker upwards as he draws in a deep breath and brings a hand up to Steve's cheek, brushing a thumb against his lips. ] That's what I want, too, Steve. [ Not Harrington, not pretty boy, not even Stevie or any of the other nicknames he's bestowed Steve with, just his name, plain and simple. ] It's kind of all I've ever wanted. [ he admits sheepishly. ]
[ Eddie drags in a breath and for a moment, Steve panics. It's a moment in time that stretches out as he imagines Eddie telling him no, he likes being in a free and open relationship, thank you. It makes sense in the corner of Steve's brain that houses his own insecurities and unfair misconceptions about Eddie no matter how hard he tries to get rid of both. Someone as into anarchy as Eddie probably wouldn't like being tied down, right? But Steve does his best to ignore all of that, waiting for Eddie's answer with bated breath as he turns into the hand cupping his face and kisses the pad of Eddie's wandering thumb.
It's worth the wait, and when he hears the answer he immediately believes it. Eddie's been there the whole time, patient while Steve figured his shit out—figured his heart out, too. Smiling and thinking his name has never sounded so good, Steve slips his hands up the back of Eddie's shirt to splay warm and tight over his spine. ] Good, because I want you, Eddie. Just you.
[ A warmth envelopes Eddie at that, like being wrapped up in a blanket. A part of him had always worried that Steve would eventually get sick of him, or that this was just an experiment to Steve, nothing more. Steve had his own reputation, after all, but he had proven time and again that Eddie was more than that. ]
You have me, all of me, every single inch. [ He pulls Steve in close, letting his arms wrap around Steve's neck and leans his cheek against Steve's cheek. His heart is beating rapidly, and with chest pressed against chest, Steve would be able to pick up on it with thin enough layers. There might have been a time not long ago when Eddie would have wanted to disguise this fact, but now all of his walls have been torn down, and he feels like he has nothing to hide. It's both exhilarating and scary, and instead of saying anything to vocalize this fact, Eddie just pulls his head back long enough so that he can press his lips to Steve's. ]
[ At first, Steve gets ready for a kiss, but then Eddie just holds him and somehow that's even more intimate. They've kissed and fucked and everything in-between, but just hugging like this makes him feel more vulnerable than all of those touches before. There's no expectation of sex, no pressure to give comfort, just... the two of them together, hearts beating in quick harmony as Steve tightens his arms around Eddie. It makes his chest warm and then ache because he can't honestly remember the last time anyone just held him like this.
Turning his head into the kiss is an instinct and he smiles at the familiar taste of Eddie. Here they are sharing a tender moment as they finally fess up to their feelings, and Steve's got his arms pinned between Eddie and the harsh edges of the trailer door. Kissing him again, then peppering more of them across his cheeks and nose, Steve takes a step back and pulls Eddie with him. ] So, I've got every inch of you. Care to show me a few of those inches now?
[ Even before all of this, when it was just sex, Eddie couldn't believe that Steve would want him in any capacity. It always rocked him to his very core, every single time Steve looked at him like he wanted to devour him. Who knew when that look softened into something more emotional, if it was maybe even there all along and the both of them just ignored what they were feeling because it felt safer.
Now with everything out in the open, it feels like they have all the time in the world. Not that it ever felt like they needed to rush, but now it no longer feels like there might be an expiration date one day. Now Eddie can stumble after Steve with a big goofy grin on his face as he lets his boyfriend -- or partner, whatever they'll figure that out later -- lead the way. ] Darling, you need only ask. [ He starts with his shirt, pulling it up teasingly slow before tugging it up over his head, holding onto it for now. Just in case they get lazy later and don't want to clean up a trail of clothing; he doubts Wayne will appreciate tripping over it when he returns home from work. ]
[ The pet name hits him right in his heart, bullseye at point blank. His hands tighten on Eddie's back and then slip to his sides so he can pull him tight to his chest for another kiss simply because he can.
Steve stops to watch Eddie take off his shirt like it's a sight he's never seen before. It feels new, just like kissing him is heightened now, and he knows he can look over Eddie's body because it's his, in some ways. Steve knows better than to think he could ever own a person, least of all someone like Eddie Munson, but there is a sense of belonging to one another now. No one else will get to look at him, or touch him, the way that Steve does. ]
God, you're so hot. [ He moves his hands up from where they're come to rest on his hips to trail his fingers over scars and tattoos and tease a nipple. ]
[ It never gets old, having Steve look at him like this. Even the first time they decided to sleep together, before feelings were attached, Eddie felt special holding Steve's full attention. And now, it only feels all the better because he knows Steve isn't looking at anyone else like this.
He shivers at the touch. When once he might have cowered a little bit, at having his scars and insecurities completely out in the open for Steve to scrutinize, he now feels completely comfortable, knows that Steve would never do anything to hurt him. He smiles, running his hands up Steve's chest to eventually come to a rest over his shoulders, squeezing gently. ]
You're one to talk, big boy. [ He waggles his eyebrows before leaning in for a kiss. ] Mmm bedroom? Then you can see all the inches of me that you want.
[ Though Steve does feel the shiver and notes the way it shakes up Eddie's spine, he gets the sense that it's not the bad kind and so doesn't pull his hand back. There are still going to be difficulties between the two of them—the fact that the two of them back assholish tendencies isn't wiped away by officially dating, Steve knows that first-hand—but it does feel like there's a safety line, something holding them together with the reminder that they're here for more than sex and can work through the thought shit together.
Later. Right now, things are going great and Steve is leaning into the hands that squeeze some of the tension of the day out of his shoulders. ]
I am pretty hot. [ He grins while steadily moving backward, kissing Eddie between every other step. ] That means we're a hot couple. [ Is he saying that would just because he can now? Maybe. Is he ashamed? Absolutely not. ] Hopefully I get to do more than just see these inches you keep promising.
( Steve's comments earn a snort from Eddie as he kisses him back with each step towards his bedroom. This isn't even close to the first time they've done this dance, but there's something remarkably different about it with the emotions now attached. Eddie feels considerably lighter as he makes it the rest of the way to his bedroom, kicking the door shut as soon as they're both inside, then sliding both his arms to drape around Steve's shoulders. )
I'm not a museum exhibit, you can look and touch, ( he teases, leaning in to press his lips to Steve's in a tender kiss, letting the shirt he's been holding drop to the floor now that he's within the confines of his bedroom. Once he breaks away from this kiss, he tugs at Steve's shirt. )
First things first, though, let's get us out of these clothes.
[ Safely through the door and with it shut behind them, Steve pushes Eddie up against it so he can kiss him properly instead of the pecks between shuffling footsteps. He wants to hear the way Eddie sighs when he's kissed breathless, wants to paint a blush across that pale skin of his. ]
Well, a masterpiece like you should be in a museum. [ It probably sounds like a line, and perhaps it's inspired by one, but Steve's tone is nothing but sincere as he mouths it against the side of Eddie's neck. He keeps kissing down until insistent hands pull at his clothes, and he leans back up to nip Eddie's bottom lip before stepping away and grabbing at the hem of his own shirt. ] Yes, sir!
( They've done this dance before, many times. It's not like Eddie hasn't tasted Steve's lips, or felt his skin underneath his fingertips. He knows how to make Steve moan, and beg for more. But there's something different in the air, now. While some might describe it as strings attached, it almost feels like the cage that had kept their relationship from blossoming had been unlocked and freeing them to be open with each other.
It heightens everything for Eddie. Every kiss, every flick of Eddie's tongue against Steve's, now that he knows it's not just about pleasure, it manages to create such an electrical feeling emanating between the two that he's sure the sparks could start a fire. He grins as he watches Steve start with his shirt, unable to fight the urge to watch. There's always something about getting to see Steve like this, and now it almost feels like he gets to look at him in a new light. The vulnerability, all the walls shattered. It's like seeing Steve for the first time all over again. ) Speaking of masterpieces that should be in a museum.
( Eddie realizes he should probably follow suit, tugging at his own shirt and lifting it up and over his head gracefully. Quickly, even, because try as he might, he still feels self-conscious about his scars. Less so, considering Steve is in a similar state, but still.
He's a work in progress. An unfinished work of art, the companion piece to Steve's, whose canvas he desperately wants to trace underneath his fingertips. So he does, not waiting for Steve to step back to him before reaching out and brushing his fingers across whatever skin he could get his hands on. )
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When Steve pulls away, for a moment he worries that he misread the situation, but he immediately relaxes when he recognizes what it is Steve is asking, and the seriousness with which Steve is asking. He doesn't know the details of what happened with Nancy, still feels bad about trying to push the two of them together in spite of everything, but he can guess that it must have done a number on Steve's head and heart.
He lips flicker upwards as he draws in a deep breath and brings a hand up to Steve's cheek, brushing a thumb against his lips. ] That's what I want, too, Steve. [ Not Harrington, not pretty boy, not even Stevie or any of the other nicknames he's bestowed Steve with, just his name, plain and simple. ] It's kind of all I've ever wanted. [ he admits sheepishly. ]
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It's worth the wait, and when he hears the answer he immediately believes it. Eddie's been there the whole time, patient while Steve figured his shit out—figured his heart out, too. Smiling and thinking his name has never sounded so good, Steve slips his hands up the back of Eddie's shirt to splay warm and tight over his spine. ] Good, because I want you, Eddie. Just you.
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You have me, all of me, every single inch. [ He pulls Steve in close, letting his arms wrap around Steve's neck and leans his cheek against Steve's cheek. His heart is beating rapidly, and with chest pressed against chest, Steve would be able to pick up on it with thin enough layers. There might have been a time not long ago when Eddie would have wanted to disguise this fact, but now all of his walls have been torn down, and he feels like he has nothing to hide. It's both exhilarating and scary, and instead of saying anything to vocalize this fact, Eddie just pulls his head back long enough so that he can press his lips to Steve's. ]
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Turning his head into the kiss is an instinct and he smiles at the familiar taste of Eddie. Here they are sharing a tender moment as they finally fess up to their feelings, and Steve's got his arms pinned between Eddie and the harsh edges of the trailer door. Kissing him again, then peppering more of them across his cheeks and nose, Steve takes a step back and pulls Eddie with him. ] So, I've got every inch of you. Care to show me a few of those inches now?
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Now with everything out in the open, it feels like they have all the time in the world. Not that it ever felt like they needed to rush, but now it no longer feels like there might be an expiration date one day. Now Eddie can stumble after Steve with a big goofy grin on his face as he lets his boyfriend -- or partner, whatever they'll figure that out later -- lead the way. ] Darling, you need only ask. [ He starts with his shirt, pulling it up teasingly slow before tugging it up over his head, holding onto it for now. Just in case they get lazy later and don't want to clean up a trail of clothing; he doubts Wayne will appreciate tripping over it when he returns home from work. ]
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Steve stops to watch Eddie take off his shirt like it's a sight he's never seen before. It feels new, just like kissing him is heightened now, and he knows he can look over Eddie's body because it's his, in some ways. Steve knows better than to think he could ever own a person, least of all someone like Eddie Munson, but there is a sense of belonging to one another now. No one else will get to look at him, or touch him, the way that Steve does. ]
God, you're so hot. [ He moves his hands up from where they're come to rest on his hips to trail his fingers over scars and tattoos and tease a nipple. ]
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He shivers at the touch. When once he might have cowered a little bit, at having his scars and insecurities completely out in the open for Steve to scrutinize, he now feels completely comfortable, knows that Steve would never do anything to hurt him. He smiles, running his hands up Steve's chest to eventually come to a rest over his shoulders, squeezing gently. ]
You're one to talk, big boy. [ He waggles his eyebrows before leaning in for a kiss. ] Mmm bedroom? Then you can see all the inches of me that you want.
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Later. Right now, things are going great and Steve is leaning into the hands that squeeze some of the tension of the day out of his shoulders. ]
I am pretty hot. [ He grins while steadily moving backward, kissing Eddie between every other step. ] That means we're a hot couple. [ Is he saying that would just because he can now? Maybe. Is he ashamed? Absolutely not. ] Hopefully I get to do more than just see these inches you keep promising.
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I'm not a museum exhibit, you can look and touch, ( he teases, leaning in to press his lips to Steve's in a tender kiss, letting the shirt he's been holding drop to the floor now that he's within the confines of his bedroom. Once he breaks away from this kiss, he tugs at Steve's shirt. )
First things first, though, let's get us out of these clothes.
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Well, a masterpiece like you should be in a museum. [ It probably sounds like a line, and perhaps it's inspired by one, but Steve's tone is nothing but sincere as he mouths it against the side of Eddie's neck. He keeps kissing down until insistent hands pull at his clothes, and he leans back up to nip Eddie's bottom lip before stepping away and grabbing at the hem of his own shirt. ] Yes, sir!
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It heightens everything for Eddie. Every kiss, every flick of Eddie's tongue against Steve's, now that he knows it's not just about pleasure, it manages to create such an electrical feeling emanating between the two that he's sure the sparks could start a fire. He grins as he watches Steve start with his shirt, unable to fight the urge to watch. There's always something about getting to see Steve like this, and now it almost feels like he gets to look at him in a new light. The vulnerability, all the walls shattered. It's like seeing Steve for the first time all over again. ) Speaking of masterpieces that should be in a museum.
( Eddie realizes he should probably follow suit, tugging at his own shirt and lifting it up and over his head gracefully. Quickly, even, because try as he might, he still feels self-conscious about his scars. Less so, considering Steve is in a similar state, but still.
He's a work in progress. An unfinished work of art, the companion piece to Steve's, whose canvas he desperately wants to trace underneath his fingertips. So he does, not waiting for Steve to step back to him before reaching out and brushing his fingers across whatever skin he could get his hands on. )