Re: log: steph/eddie
[Eddie lost control. All the threads he had holding the fort down and his mind together loosened. The question marks told him to give in because this time wouldn't end up like it did before. His hands roamed down to touch her bare legs, to wrap one of them around him. He tilted his head up to look at her, dark eyes full of riddles before he kissed her hard and fierce. Pulled her so close and suddenly it slammed his back against the window. He smiled at the pain, laughed a little against her lips because he could practically hear Owlman's thugs in the background about to chase them down and god did that ever feel like home.
All of that? Only lasted a second. A flicker. A tick on his tick tocking heart.
Then, everything came plummeting back down. He tried to kiss her again without feeling sick to his stomach. Eddie wished he wasn't as smart as he fucking was. He wished he couldn't read people so goddamned well. He prayed in one selfish second that this could work that she could give him something without carving off too much of herself. No. How did they become the couple that had to cut out parts of themselves to give to each other? He wouldn't stand for it.
If she kissed him again, she wouldn't feel a push back. There was a blankness on his lips, a blinking cursor, a stalled engine.] Don't. [He whispered and let her go. Hands pressed against the wall behind him.] I know what you're doing. Don't.