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Anne stops with her hand raised to knock on the door when she hears Eddie’s voice on the other side.
“Yeah, love, just a little further.” Then a sound like a groan and, “Curl the end up just a little more.”
Ooookay.
Maybe she doesn’t need to see Eddie and Venom right this second. She shouldn’t have stopped by unannounced anyway. Honestly, you think she’d know better after the symbiote onesie discovery.
“Fuck. Almost. Right there. Yeah. You got it!”
Eddie’s shout jerks Anne out of her uncertainty and also has her raised fist falling against the door. The knock is soft but not quiet enough that she can hope Eddie won’t hear it. Especially with alien hearing knitted into his own.
“Shit,” she whispers, trying to calculate the best way to escape and not make it obvious.
The door yanks open before she can come up with anything and Eddie stands on the other side, face flushed and smiling.
“Annie!”
“Anne!”
The deeper voice comes from over Eddie’s shoulder and she realizes that his black hoodie is made out of Venom. She’s never going to get used to that. It’s so weird.
“Hey, guys.” She gives them a little wave and desperately wishes that she were anywhere other than here. “Sounds like maybe I'm interrupting something?”
Anne curses her lack of filter. She really doesn’t want to talk about what Eddie and Venom were doing before they answered the door. The imagined visuals are enough, thank you very much.
More than enough. *fans self*
“No!” Eddie shouts, horrified and obviously realizing what she must have heard through the door. “I dropped my thumb drive under the couch and Venom was just fishing it out for me.”
He holds up a slim, black rectangle with a USB plug shining from one end.
Anne doesn’t think Eddie’s lying, he’s shockingly bad at it, but his face does go red and sweaty. Interesting. So they weren’t doing anything right now but they have definitely done something already. It’s about time. Her week in the betting pool with Dan and Mrs. Chen is almost over.
She’s about to win five hundred dollars and she can’t fucking wait to rub it in their faces.
“I was just stopping by to see how things were going but it sounds like you’re working.” She shoves her hand into her bag and is already tapping blindly through her phone trying to pull up her message thread with Dan. “I’ll get out of your hair and let you… get back to it. Yeah?”
Calm down.
Her voice is high-pitched and she was with Eddie long enough that the sound has his brows drawing together. He knows she’s trying to bolt out of here. He knows that she’s running off to gossip. His eyes fall to her bag and he knows she’s about to text someone about him. Them.
Shit.
Shit.
Shit.
Her eyes snag on something past Eddie’s shoulder that is surprising enough that her grip loosens on her phone for a moment. Then a plan for leaving unchallenged to collect her winnings and crow about how right she was arrives fully formed in her brain.
“Um. Eddie?”
“Yeah.” His brows are still drawn together, trying to puzzle her out so she plays the trump card that just fell into her lap.
“Why is there a big, purple dildo on your shelf?”
Eddie’s face goes red again, coloring all the way up to the tips of his ears. He hates dildos, something about a bad experience in college, and seeing one in his apartment just proves everything she (and Dan and Mrs. Chen) have been speculating about up to this point.
Eddie and Venom have definitely fucked.
“Uh… decorative purposes?”
“Right. Well… that’s super normal and I should probably get going.”
She watches a black tendril snake out of Eddie’s back and wrap around the dildo in the same way one might watch a car accident. Rapt fascination with a tinge of horrified disgust. Eddie doesn’t seem to notice but whatever is about to happen with his tentacle alien and that dildo is something Anne doesn’t want to see. Maybe. Probably.
*fans self*
It’s Anne’s turn for her face to go red at her thoughts as she manages to squeak out a goodbye and flee Eddie’s apartment like the hounds of hell are after her.
God.
I am never stopping by unannounced again.