Re: Secondhand Bookstore: Eddie/Emily
[Eddie was the kind of man who liked to be touched and (truth be told) he had gone without it for a long, long time. Oh, he had tried to forget about Muerte the same way he forgot about his ex-wife, but the difference was he was still hung up on the saint for sinners. He couldn't go on a cruise ship and find some lonely housewife who wanted someone easy and charming. He couldn't even stand letting one of the girls at the carnival dance for him and had actually begged her to stop with open, pleading hands. All he wanted was Muerte, even if he wasn't sure he'd ever get to see her again. Even if he'd never be able to touch her without feeling the life drain out of him.
So, this was- this was unexpected. And, it was a lot at once. His usually graceful hands were clumsy and a little shaky. His "moves" which could work on just about any woman he directed them towards, were suddenly forgotten like lost notes in a song. She made him a wreck, a car crash and god did he love it.
Eddie braced himself against her, hands holding the bookcase shelf as he looked down at her. When she started to talk, he kissed her throat and felt the nervousness vibrate against his lips. Her offer surprised him, but he did a decent job at not showing it.] Are you sure? [Dark eyes searched her face for a clue as to whether or not that was what she wanted. He kissed her face, her lips, greedily taking what he could in case she changed her mind.] There's- so much I want to tell you. But, honestly I think I'd rather take your clothes off. [Eddie said with geeky mischievousness, glancing side to side to make sure no one was listening in.]