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“Slice of pumpkin pie?”
My words seemed to pull Ed from a trance, his eyes drifting up to meet mine as I smiled and leant against the counter. His hair fell across his eyes, glasses pushed down his nose as he un-furrowed his eyebrows “Yes please.” He replied, pushing his glasses back up as I nodded, giving him my signature kind, happy smile as I turned on my heel to cut him a slice.
He looked tired, not especially unusual for Ed but worrying all the same. Deep dark lines under his eyes, blinking more than usual as if to keep himself awake- he’d been working on something. I could tell. I had a habit of studying Ed, something about him fascinated me. His quiet, private yet eager nature, his real personality only showing when he was passionate about something- like riddles, or the mayor. I’d do little things to push this side of him out turning on the diners tv or radio, leaving a paper on the counter by his usual chair. Finding a kind of joy in his anger and frustration. Sometimes I’d be less subtle, asking him a riddle was always a guaranteed way to get something out of him, a smile and a pleased look which often lead rambling about whatever was on his mind. It was like my little game. I looked forward to these night shifts, usually alone in the diner with Ed, pushing his little buttons and seeing his eyes lit up with anger and inspiration as he spoke about how much he hated this city.
I placed the pumpkin pie next to him “Careful, its hot,” I said. Ed nodded, not looking up as he scribbled something down on his notebook. His inky hands travelled up and down the page, completely absorbed in his work. Distraction wasn’t something usual for Ed, sure he could be quiet- he was a shy guy but straight up ignoring my presence? I stared down at his brown mop of hair in slight irritation, biting the inside of my cheek as I spoke “Thinking up a new riddle?”
Ed glanced up “No.” he said dismissively, looking back down almost immediately and back to his scribbling.
I had to force myself from audibly groaning in annoyance. Attention from Ed was something I’d never had to work for, sure he needed prompting- pushing sometimes but he was always so eager to talk to me. From the first moment he stepped foot in the diner he’d practically hung on my every word and yet here he was, unresponsive. “You look tired,” I almost snapped, leaning across the counter again, fingers digging into the surface slightly “Need another coffee?”
Ed didn’t look up “I need to be left alone, you’re- d-distracting me.” His voice was quiet and low, my eyes drifted down to his hands again, they shook slightly. He was nervous, agitated. Something was wrong, something had disturbed the balance of my Edward. I was a distraction apparently, well,
I’ll just show him how distracting I can really be.
I stood back from him, huffing slightly playing with my annoyance, playing the put down waitress. “Call me if you need anything then, sweetie.” I emphasised my words, tapping my fingers against the counter before walking away. I had to get his attention, and once I had it, I couldn’t lose it. If he was so determined not to be distracted then I was determined to open him up more than I ever had. My hands lifted to my shirt, wondering if unbuttoning it a little would be too obvious. Fuck it, subtlety was out of the window for this experiment. I unbuttoned the top, angling my body so he couldn’t see, not that he was looking. Glancing in the wonky mirror behind the counter I tucked my hair behind my shoulders, admiring myself as I pulled some tinted lip gloss from my pocket- lipstick felt maybe too obvious despite my lack of subtlety.
I glanced back at Edward, taking in the figure behind the counter. His back was hunched, as usual, awful posture eyes glued to his work. My eyes lingered on his hair, soft and brown, covering the side of his face. Fuck I wanted to touch it. And I would, I would but not yet- no I needed him to choose to look at me first, needed him to fully take me in before I indulged myself. Making sure no one else was in the diner nor no one on the street looked like they were planning on entering anytime soon I picked up a glass, staring at Ed, almost as if to give him one last chance before dropping the glass on the floor below. I yelped in fake surprise, turning my back on him as I groaned audibly “Oh fuck.” I practically moaned, cringing a little at myself I pushed on, taking my time as I leaned down to pick up the glass. I didn’t rush too, collecting it in my napkin ever-so slowly, bent over, back to him, before slowly rising up again. I glanced over my shoulder playfully, holding down a grin as I saw the results of my work. Ed was staring- no, glaring at me. His cheeks were pink, eyebrows furrowed, yet he didn’t look away, he looked up and down my body unable to control himself. I had his attention.
I dropped the napkin on the counter, walking back to Edward “Didn’t mean to distract you, sorry honey,” I laughed. Pausing in front of him I bit my lip bashfully, “You really need to keep this hair out of your eyes baby,” I murmured, hand reaching out and sinking into his hair. I spread my fingers through, enjoying its soft texture as I pushed it back. I leaned fully over the counter, pushing another hand through as I smiled in satisfaction at my work. “That’s better.”
He already looked ruined, so desperate to appear angry yet he was practically glowing. That was my Eddie, so good and desperate for my touch. Like putty in my hands. I pulled my hands away, staring down at his face as looked at him. I placed my hand against his face, stroking him with my thumb as I smiled ever-so softly at him “What are you writing Eddie?”
Ed sucked in, breath unsteady. He shook his head against my hand “Nothing, you wouldn’t be interested.” His eyes shifted down then, staring at my chest, breath suddenly becoming steady as if in a trance. I grinned at this, so responsive.
“Tell me,” I said, lowering my voice as my thumb trailed down his face, resting against his bottom lip as his eyes drifted back up to meet my own. My thumb stroked his lip, applying enough pressure for them to open and resting them just inside. “Tell me baby.”
God he looked broken, so surprised at my actions as he stared up at me, mouth open, eyes wide and panicked. It took so little to break him, so little for him to open up for me. “Plans.”
I smiled, pushing my thumb further into his mouth as I leaned in closer. His eyes continued to widen, confusion mixing with the clear enjoyment in his needy reactions "Plans for what?”
He moaned then, in a mixture of anger and joy of my close proximity. I could feel my skin tingle in excitement and admittedly surprise at the noise. “For the mayor-“ he stopped himself then, breaking eye contact and looking down. I had to do more, I had to keep pushing. I raised my eyebrows, pulling my thumb from out of his mouth as I lifted his chin up to look at me again, making sure his eyes were on mine as I popped my wet thumb into my own mouth, sucking. Eds eyes widened again, breathing heavy as I pulled my thumb out with a pop.
“What plans for the mayor, baby?” I prompted, I leaned further until our noses were almost touching. He was so close to it, I could see it in his eyes whatever little secrets he was trying to keep from me wouldn’t be secrets for much longer.
“Not just the mayor,” he whispered, he was being pulled in, entranced by my actions. “Gotham, all those corrupt politicians who work their hardest to keep the rich rich and the poor poor. I’m going to bring them all down,” his voice broke as I leaned closer, peppering soft kisses along his cheek “I’ll expose the heart of the corruption, and watch them all fall. Watch them pay and die for what their lies have done. I won’t do it alone either- I have help.” I grinned at the venom that laced his voice. His confessions were unexpected yet not really surprising, Ed’s hatred and ambitious nature was half the reason I started my game- the other half being his adorable fucking smile.
“Clever Eddie, my clever Eddie,” My lips hovered over his own “Who’s helping you sweetie?”
“My followers- they’re like my army, after I’ve exposed the lies and the corruption and the pigs who helped all of this, who covered it up and let it happen they’ll finish it all off- Batman too, he’s like us he’ll see what they’ve done and be glad to see them get exactly what they deserve.” He ranted, there it was- that's what I’d been looking for. I closed the gap between us, my lips smashing down against his with force. The kiss was heated, both of us fighting for dominance- I let him work for it as he pushed his hands through my hair and down my body, fingers resting against the base of my neck as I melted into him.
Followers, army, Batman his words spun through my mind, his voice dripping with frustration and anger. He was perfect and full of hatred and fucking hell he was a good kisser but best of all he was mine, he couldn’t help himself, couldn’t stop himself from opening up and spilling everything. I had Edward Nashton wrapped around my little finger, just pulling strings and pushing buttons and watching him crumble. It was pathetic. It was hot.
I pulled away for breath, staring into his clouded eyes, he was such a beautiful little mess and I’d barely touched him. I imagined what I could do, what else he’d share with me- what buttons I just had to press to make him. I rubbed my lips together, looking at him through my eyelashes as I brushed the hair out of his eyes again, fingers lingering on his steamy glasses “Can I read your notes Eddie?”
He nodded eagerly in response, breath heavy as I finally leant away from the countertop, picking up his notepad and flipping through his notes- they were scribbly and partly unreadable but so passionate, so fascinating. I ran my fingers across the pages, tracing his words before meeting his gaze again,
“Better eat your pie Eddie, don’t want to get too distracted.”