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It’s that look on his face. The way his liquid amber eyes seem to glow in tandem with the light of the fireplace and how his lips stretch into a smirk once you successfully pull his t-shirt up and over his head, carefully tossing it to the side while a low chuckle in the back of his throat serves as the soundtrack to your lithe actions.
Its the whisper of your name when his hands find their way to your hips and the pink tinge that rises to his cheeks when your eyes wander over his toned upper body, observing the stark ink of his tattoos against that of porcelain cracked intricately by the remnants of his scars.
You love everything about this man. From the way his body easily sinks back into the plush cushions of the couch with a simple press of your lips against his, to the sigh of satisfaction that leaks into the air when your kisses abandon his mouth to hotly trail down the crook of his neck.
“I missed you…” He breathes and you smile, allowing your lips to linger on his chest for a few beats more, revealing in the way his pulse rises. You’re the only one that gets to see him like this. This man, who usually commands the stage with his domineering presence and sexual prowess is absolute putty in your very hands, and there’s not a single thing he can do to avoid what’s coming next.
You hum in response, body slipping down the length of his as your mouth ventures further south. Your fingertips are quick to follow suit, trailing along his sides and leaving goosebumps in their wake. You double back, of course. Making sure you run your tongue over them lovingly, as if to read over that of what feels like the words of his desire lifting from his heaving stomach in fine point braille.
Eddie leans forward, fingers climbing up your body, tugging at the fabric of a band shirt you’ve stolen from his wardrobe in a denied request for it to be taken off until they settle gently into your hair. Nails lovingly scratching against your scalp as your own digits latch into the belt loops of his tattered jeans.
Delicately, you lock your legs around his to ensure that your beautiful (and utterly clueless) lover will be absolutely still.
Eddie Munson thinks he knows where this is going. He believes that he’s always a few steps ahead of you, and this time it makes you look up at him with a sly smile playing on your elegant features. It makes you lick your lips and wets your appetite in delicious anticipation when he mistakes these actions for seduction.
You toy with his waistband gingerly, peering up at him in pure unadulterated innocence while you leave two more kisses on the patch of hair just beneath his belly button. They’re sloppier than the rest, leaving small spots of saliva behind as evidence of your presents, and it makes the man of your dreams bite his lip at the promise of awaiting pleasure.
“You’re so fucking perfect for me, Princess.” Eddie whimpers when you momentarily lift your head to take a deep breath.
“I love you so fucking much.” He continues to confess, throwing in a curse or two in to try and set the tone for the evening. It makes your lips twitch in an attempt to hold back the laughter that’s threatening to bubble up through your throat.
“I love you too, baby.” You hum before lowering your face back to the flushed skin of his stomach. Eddie Munson’s bliss leaves him barely aware of your skilled hands tightening their grasp on the fabric of his jeans (despite the very evident arousal tenting his pants) or your legs latching themselves round him for extra assurance.
Finally, in a moment of his weakness and your own devilish glee, you blow harshly against his tensed flesh and send ripples of tiny electric shocks through his nerve endings, eliciting the sounds of shocked displeasure and laughter all at once from your now squirming boyfriend.
To some, the mood may be completely ruined. Sure, Eddie has been reduced to a thrashing mess of limbs and laughter beneath your struggling grip in his futile attempts to escape your merciless raspberries, but there is no less love in the space that was once filled with firelight and whispers of passion.
It’s quickly shifted into that of a place filled with laughter and the promise of ruthless vengeance as soon as “Eddie the Banished” escapes that of a “Treacherous Vixen’s” grasp.