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“Baby, baby, baby, baby,” Eddie repeats over and over, his breath ghosting your neck as his chin rests on your shoulder.
If Sober Eddie hardly had any concept of personal space, Drunk Eddie could not even imagine a world in which he was more than a foot away from you or not touching you. He got very needy when he was drunk. Tonight at Jeff's house was no different.
Turning your head to him as much as you could with his big head on your shoulder, you side eye him for a moment, eyebrows raised in amusement. You note the rosiness of his cheeks immediately.
“Hi, sweetheart,” Eddie greets, a dopey smile slicing across his face.
“Hi, Eddie. Need somethin’, baby?”
“Wanta kiss,” He pouts.
“Okay. well. Can’t exactly do that with your head on my shoulder now, can I?” You reason. Immediately, Eddie removes his head from your shoulder and manhandles you—the rough of his fingers digging into your flesh gently—until you’re sitting with your legs draped over his lap on the couch.
“There,” Eddie says triumphantly, his big hands groping the dough of your thighs, squeezing and releasing every few seconds.
You don’t comment on how he could have done without pulling you over his lap to get a kiss because that just wouldn’t make sense to Drunk Eddie. Instead, you fulfill his request; pecking him on the mouth chastely, then brush the hair out of his face where it falls over his eyes when you pull away.
Eddie’s still pouting though, clearly not satiated. “That sucked. Need a reallll one,” He drawls.
“A real one?” You question, though you know exactly what he means.
“Here,” Eddie says, releasing your thighs and instead holding your face in his hands so he can pull you into a “real” kiss where he slips his tongue into your mouth rather sloppily, his nose smushed against your face.
You can taste the alcohol on his tongue instantly as he kisses you and you don’t pull away until Gareth wolf whistles at your PDA.
When you look to him, he jests, “Don’t stop on my account.”
“Shut up,” You retort half-heartedly. Gareth just sticks his tongue out at you immaturely and turns back to Jeff, snickering.
But Eddie doesn’t seem to hear any of this as he’s rather preoccupied with moving his lips to your neck, kissing and cheekily licking the skin there.
“Can we go? Wanna be alone with you,” He requests probably a little too loudly, his voice causing goosebumps to rise up your neck.
Pulling his face away from your neck and holding him in your hands seems to ground him for a moment, his dark eyes shining as he stares into yours. His pale skin is warm beneath your palms.
“You’re drunk, Eds. I’m not gonna do anything with you when you’re drunk.”
Eddie deflates, shoulders sagging as he grumbles, “Jesus, you’re so respectful…but pleaseee?” He flashes you his best puppy dog eyes, but still, you don’t relent.
“Mm-mm,” You hum, shaking your head.
When he tries to protest, “But!-”, you interrupt:
“Would you wanna fuck me if I was totally smashed and barely coherent?”
Eddie’s eyes widen at that, a soft gasp slipping past his lips as if he was horrified by the thought.
“Would never take advantage of you, why would you even say that? that’s terrible,” He moans, wrapping his arms around you, squeezing you tightly.
“Too tight,” You squeak.
“Sorry, sorry! M’sorry, didn’t meant to,” Eddie apologizes, loosening his grip around your shoulders and rubbing your arm softly. Eddie rests his forehead against your shoulder.
“S’okay. Think it’s time to go, hm?” You whisper, patting his head softly, and Eddie nods against the skin of your shoulder.
He lifts his head as you plant your feet on the carpeted floor and stand, hauling Eddie up off the couch as you go. He stumbles slightly, but you steady him with an arm wrapped around his waist.
As you walk towards the basement stairs, Eddie slings an arm around your shoulder for support.
“You guys leavin’?” Jeff asks from a dark purple bean bag chair facing the television.
“Yeah, gotta get this one home,” You inform as Eddie hiccups loudly and boops the tip of your nose with a giggle.
“Drive safe!” Jeff hollers as you help Eddie up the stairs.
Once in the passenger seat of his van, Eddie lolls his head to the side to watch you buckle in and start the vehicle.
“Thanks for takin’ care o’me,” He slurs with a lazy smile.
You turn to face him. When you see his face you know that you would take care of him forever if he needed it; if he’d have you. And you know he’d do the same for you too.
“Always.”