Re: Main Street
Eddie looped his arm around her waist and pulled her close as she arched her body into him. What started out as a victory kiss turned to something affection and wanting in a way that even a necklace made out of a smashed computer to keep her safe couldn’t really say. It was the way he smiled against her soft lips, how his fingers clutched the fabric of her dress when she gave that little pleased sigh. He didn’t have reason to trust women either or anyone in Gotham for that matter. All of them wanted something from him. Treated any sort of affection as a taunt or a favor. But, tonight when he tangled his fingers in hers or touched her warm face with the palm of his hand, he knew she didn’t expect anything from him that only a genius could provide. What she wanted, what he wanted too, was so simple and normal as far as Gotham standards went. It broke the hold of plastic flowers and slavish dedication that his time as a coin-operated boy had on him.
He let his lips linger against hers a little longer than a first kiss should, eyes opening to look up at her before kissing her jaw with a quiet chuckle that vibrated against her. It wasn’t so much as their circumstances were both ridiculous and humorously ill-fated. Eddie was just stupidly lost in her warmth in a way he couldn’t figure a way out of. It beat his heart into his throat and made it difficult to speak. It made it impossible to construct a proper thought without wanting to kiss the edge of her lips. It felt a little like the spell Ivy had put over him on that rooftop, but when she took over someone they knew everything they were doing. Here Eddie was lost in the way Stephanie’s hand felt on the back of his neck. How her silhouette looked moments before in front of the fire.
Eddie wasn’t strong enough to keep holding her up against him for much longer, so he laid her down on the rug and put one of his legs between hers, barely hovering as most of him was still pressed against her. He gave her another deep kiss, though this one a touch more gentle than before and pulled back to look at her. She could see the gears running as he tried to come up with something clever to say. Anything. Anything at all from that arsenal of useless information and witty comebacks that usually poured out of him so naturally. Instead he just touched a loose strand of her hair with a small smile. He’d never forget this particular shade of blonde. It was stuck with him forever.
Steph was getting a little dizzy, but not in a bad way. Adrenaline pumped through her veins, and bursts of warmth exploded with every touch of his delicate fingers, every tug against her dress, every press of his lips against hers. She leaned into his hungry touches and returned the kisses with just as much eagerness: curling her fingers into his mussed hair at the nape of his neck, rocking her hips into him, exploring his mouth with her tongue. He tasted sweet, surprisingly, with the touch of a spark of chaos, and the whole thing had her smiling against his lips, too. There was nothing chaste about this, not like her other first kisses had been, but there was no complaint coming from her. They weren’t devouring each other, or ripping each other’s clothes off. This wasn’t just some quick hook-up. She’d had plenty of those before. No, this was clearly something more between the two pressed against each other; there was something gentle and sweet and affectionate about the way he held her against him.