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Eddie traces a hand across Steve’s chest slowly, apparently transfixed by the way the firelight sends shadows through the hair there. When he passes a thumbnail across Steve’s nipple, apparently by accident (Steve isn’t fooled), Steve’s answering sharp inhale almost drowns out Eddie’s quiet question.
“And you still sail tomorrow?”
Steve covers Eddie’s hand with his, stopping him. But he can’t help himself from reaching out, wrapping a strand of the sorcerer’s long black hair around his fingers.
“You still going to change back my crew?”
Eddie’s eyes are wide and deep, eldritch dark on Steve’s face. There’s no point in denying that their inhuman stare doesn’t do something to Steve, quickening his blood somehow. He stopped fighting against that within his first month on Eddie’s island.
Eddie nods, slowly.
“Then I still sail,” Steve says simply.
“Back to Nancy,” Eddie says. Shifts a little on top of the furs spread across the cavern floor. The chill air coming off the sea doesn’t seem to affect him at all, pale limbs almost glowing in the firelight. Steve, on the other hand, would probably be half frozen solid if it wasn’t for the fire. And for Eddie warming him up so very thoroughly, just moments ago.
“Back to my wife,” Steve agrees quietly. Lets loose the lock of hair, dropping his hand to the side of Eddie’s neck. Feels it, when Eddie swallows. “She’s waiting for me.”
“So you say,” Eddie says, leaning in to press a kiss just under Steve’s ear.
“So you think,” he says, moving to kiss the swell of Steve’s collarbone.
“How romantic,” he concludes, and bites down none too gently.