Re: At the Spooky House: Muerte / Eddie
The crush of her warm lips against his was a surprise that vanished just as quickly as it appeared. Eddie had expected a little more dancing around, a little more convincing, but if that had happened he would have probably just found a way to leave. He was on a short rope with the universe and he was so glad he didn't need to be on one with Muerte. The fear of rejection started to ease like relaxing a knotted up muscle and he grinned as she tugged on his tie. "You know, I do think that was the right answer. But, I might need you to elaborate." Eddie waggled his eyebrows all smarmy and kissed her again, harder than he ever had before.
Eddie had entered the house in a full suit with his hair slicked back and face shaven just so, but all of that business man armor was getting in the way of feeling her pressed against his body. His suit jacket was too stiff, his collar was buttoned too high and his tie was getting tight. Well, actually, he sort of liked that last part. Eddie even pulled back a little when she tugged on his tie, smirking at the pressured pleasure he got from it. With his mind pleasantly drifting away from all the problems of Repose, he kissed her again and let his hands wander under her shirt along the line of her hip.