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yapping poodle scumbag ⛧ ([personal profile] guitarpicks) wrote in [personal profile] medals 2024-05-07 04:12 am (UTC)

( the last few days, weeks, months feel like a dream. maybe a nightmare that Eddie can't wake up from except that there's good amongst the shit. he still doesn't feel safe, not really, but little things help. Jem and Billy help. getting the collars, the fact the two of them let him fasten the leather and metal around their necks does goddamn wonders to ease the tension from his shoulders and abate the sense that Eddie'll never feel like he'll never have a choice, will never have control again.

it's nice to have that trust.

Billy stays at the festival and he and Jem run back to the haphazardly tidied shack, stripping of layers. Jem spends the day being so good for him, Eddie took his hand to her ass at one point, then her cunt before fucking her as the tears made her eyes look a more insane sort of blue.

by the time the bed dips, it's late but they'd left the lanterns on for Billy's return. or Eddie did, Jem'd finally fallen asleep in the furs -- cared for and kept safe, Eddie's not sure if he wore her out too much. he feels the bed dip and opens his eyes before he feels Billy's hand on him, still bothered by noise but aware it's safe. there's a hand on his thigh and Eddie reaches over to card his fingers through Billy's curls, then pushes himself up to sit up.
) I'll grab it off the counter, baby. We didn't make it that far when we got back.

( he kisses Jem's shoulder as he pulls out of her, then the top of Billy's head as he has to crawl over him to get his collar. ) You want it just to sleep or--?

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