[Her mouth brushes against his so briefly, so longingly. She sighs against it, brows pinching a little like she's in pain, like the suggestion is -
Is tempting. ] Same. [Her laughs is - breathless. Humourless. ] I just. What if who I am - who I really am, is just ugly? Just terrible?
[i want you exactly as you are. john does, too. and house. Danny said that. She'd brushed over it, ignored it, pretended not to hear it. Petre had - fucking Petre didn't even have to look deep to know there was something wrong with her. ]
I want you just as you are, princess. Whatever that is, as long as it’s honest. ( eddie murmurs into the air between them like a promise, doesn’t pause.
he’s so tired of sharks pretending to be anything they aren’t, tired of doing it himself and being lauded as authentic, true to himself. sure, not all of its lies but eddie wears versions of himself like armour.
he furrows his brows. ) I won’t judge you for the ugly parts if I can show you mine.
[A noise gets caught in her throat; something needy, something wholly too vulnerable. She hears it in Eddie's voice; she hears it in Danny's voice. For a moment she feels real dizzy, feels like the rooms closing in, feels like she's being pushed somewhere dark, somewhere where the light doesn't ever reach.
So she kisses him. She slots her mouth against his for real, licks into his mouth and pushes, just a little. Pushes him down, pushes herself so far into his space that she might just fucking disappear into him. Climbs right onto his lap, slides her fingers into his hair and kisses him till she can't breathe.]
( there’s desperation on jem’s tongue and eddie’s too. he groans into her mouth, goes down easy as she pushes him until his back hits the bed and he’s holding her tight against his chest.
his hands slide underneath the fabric of her shirt, desperate for skin underneath his palms as if it’s just the clothes keeping them from melting into one being. he helps her pull it off when they need to breath, pushes himself up to do the same and flips them over to pin her to the bed. )
Mine. ( he mumbles into her skin, into her collarbone and into her mouth again. she’s his, rotten or not, just like he’s hers even if he’s losing himself outside of the familiar cage of her arms and the feeling of her body against his own. )
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Is tempting. ] Same. [Her laughs is - breathless. Humourless. ] I just. What if who I am - who I really am, is just ugly? Just terrible?
[i want you exactly as you are. john does, too. and house. Danny said that. She'd brushed over it, ignored it, pretended not to hear it. Petre had - fucking Petre didn't even have to look deep to know there was something wrong with her. ]
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he’s so tired of sharks pretending to be anything they aren’t, tired of doing it himself and being lauded as authentic, true to himself. sure, not all of its lies but eddie wears versions of himself like armour.
he furrows his brows. ) I won’t judge you for the ugly parts if I can show you mine.
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So she kisses him. She slots her mouth against his for real, licks into his mouth and pushes, just a little. Pushes him down, pushes herself so far into his space that she might just fucking disappear into him. Climbs right onto his lap, slides her fingers into his hair and kisses him till she can't breathe.]
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his hands slide underneath the fabric of her shirt, desperate for skin underneath his palms as if it’s just the clothes keeping them from melting into one being. he helps her pull it off when they need to breath, pushes himself up to do the same and flips them over to pin her to the bed. )
Mine. ( he mumbles into her skin, into her collarbone and into her mouth again. she’s his, rotten or not, just like he’s hers even if he’s losing himself outside of the familiar cage of her arms and the feeling of her body against his own. )