stephanie nashton does it all (forthem) wrote in rooms,
Re: log: eddie/steph
Stephanie sighed with content, then took a deep inhale of his city slicker cologne that clung to his skin. She kept smiling, soothed by the feeling of his arms around her and the rumble of his voice in his throat. "Impossible," she mumbled, smiling against his skin. "I'm not there every day to remind you of why." She'd spoken to family members here and there, but honestly, she'd fallen back into making them feel better. It'd turned into concern, into mild panic, into heartbreak. Eddie was the only one who could make her feel better just by being there. Just by being him. The only one who always, no matter what, made her feel loved and cared for at the end of the day.
And this room was proof. She stayed on his lips, eyes closing and cheeks damp with happy and relieved tears because he was here, he was here, and everything would be okay. Right? It felt like eons since she'd even last spoke to him, when in reality it was probably only a day. But days bled together when he wasn't around. "So much better," she admitted, not even going for a tease. He could probably tell how draining the last few days had been for her. The news, the family, digging into the bad stuff in therapy. She kissed him again, soft and lingering like she was imprinting the feel of him in her brain.