[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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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. )