Re: At the Spooky House: Muerte / Eddie
Eddie smirked, swatting her hand away from his tie so he could lean back and take the suit off. He didn't bother carefully draping it anywhere and instead opted to toss it to the dusty floor. Maybe the trip to the Capital could wait. Not just because of this, but he also didn't really know if he was going to sell his soul yet. He wanted to believe there was a glimmer of something here he could hold onto before shedding his snakeskin. He loosened the tie, too, letting it almost fall off his shoulders. "Good enough for you?" His hair started to rebel against the products he smothered on it to keep things in place and he ran his hand through it, trying to salvage things.
He leaned forward and kissed her again, keeping his hands firmly at first base even if he remembered her leaning into his touch automatically. It was a tease to counter hers, even if he wasn't sure how agonizingly slow he could do this. Eddie had once wanted to learn every inch of her body, no matter how long it took, but now he didn't have the patience for it. He wanted to feel good, for someone to make him feel good and yet he'd never be the one to take it. Not if he could help it. He didn't want to take anything from anyone.