stephanie nashton does it all (forthem) wrote in rooms,
Re: log: steph/eddie
[Stephanie buried her face into his neck as he looked out the window. Soaking in the smell of his skin, that intermingling scent of his cologne and the soft soap of Wayne Manor. Things that reminded her that the world existed beyond the bright lights and sterile smells of her psychiatric ward. It made her grounded, brought that peace rolling back in with waves. He could feel it in the way she pressed against him, no longer tense but willing.]
Yeah. [Another whisper, blue eyes dark as they stared up at him through a thick veil of lashes. She could see the fatigue on his face, and how much all of this was draining him, and it only made the need to make him feel better stronger. Her fingers ruched in the fabric of his shirt at the base of his spine.] I want you to tell me all the time. I love to hear it. [She tilted her chin for a kiss, and if he obliged, she immediately turned it sharp and dirty. Fingers digging mercilessly into his shirt like she wanted it gone.]