( 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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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. )