[ Eddie can't help the quiet groans that escape him whenever Chrissy tugs at his hair, guiding him exactly where she wants him. A definite perk of growing his hair long, though he never expected it from her.
She pulls back and Eddie's struck by how comfortable and confident she looks as she strokes his cheek, his hair. It's foolish, but in this moment he's positive he'd do anything she asked. She's stunning, even moreso while wearing his shirt and sharing a joint with him. If this were under any other circumstances, he's pretty sure this is the best possible way they could spend their time together. And even given the circumstances, this is far, far better than he expected today to go.
A shiver goes down his spine when she speaks, her voice soft as she urges his hand up her bare thigh. His breath hitches in his throat, completely entranced by her.
He gets it. Weed can make him ridiculously horny sometimes, and maybe that's the effect she gets, too. That doesn't necessarily make it a good idea. But... God, he wants her too. So badly it aches. ]
Hey, Chrissy? You're sure about this, right?
[ His thumb traces a circle against her thigh, her skin so soft it gives him goosebumps. The joint has been abandoned at the edge of an ashtray, the flame slowly burning out. ]
What I mean is - we've been through some shit. And - if this is the stress and the painkillers and the weed talking, I don't wanna... I don't know, take advantage of that.
[ God, Munson, you're such a fucking buzzkill, he thinks to himself. Way to sound like you're rejecting her. ]
I - really fucking want you. I wanna make you feel good. I just don't want you to do anything you'd regret. So - tell me, if you change your mind. Okay?
[ With that, Eddie cups her face with his hand, pulling her into another kiss. His fingertips tease the bottom hem of the boxers she'd borrowed from him, and he has to shift his hips as he feels himself throb. ]
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She pulls back and Eddie's struck by how comfortable and confident she looks as she strokes his cheek, his hair. It's foolish, but in this moment he's positive he'd do anything she asked. She's stunning, even moreso while wearing his shirt and sharing a joint with him. If this were under any other circumstances, he's pretty sure this is the best possible way they could spend their time together. And even given the circumstances, this is far, far better than he expected today to go.
A shiver goes down his spine when she speaks, her voice soft as she urges his hand up her bare thigh. His breath hitches in his throat, completely entranced by her.
He gets it. Weed can make him ridiculously horny sometimes, and maybe that's the effect she gets, too. That doesn't necessarily make it a good idea. But... God, he wants her too. So badly it aches. ]
Hey, Chrissy? You're sure about this, right?
[ His thumb traces a circle against her thigh, her skin so soft it gives him goosebumps. The joint has been abandoned at the edge of an ashtray, the flame slowly burning out. ]
What I mean is - we've been through some shit. And - if this is the stress and the painkillers and the weed talking, I don't wanna... I don't know, take advantage of that.
[ God, Munson, you're such a fucking buzzkill, he thinks to himself. Way to sound like you're rejecting her. ]
I - really fucking want you. I wanna make you feel good. I just don't want you to do anything you'd regret. So - tell me, if you change your mind. Okay?
[ With that, Eddie cups her face with his hand, pulling her into another kiss. His fingertips tease the bottom hem of the boxers she'd borrowed from him, and he has to shift his hips as he feels himself throb. ]
Fuck, Chrissy...