stephanie nashton does it all (forthem) wrote in rooms,
Re: log: steph/eddie
[Everything fell into place the second he gave in, and Stephanie took hungry kiss after hungry kiss for her own. Trying to solve the puzzle of them. It didn't used to be so hard. There was no solving necessary. They were just them, Stephanie and Eddie, and it was easy. Here? Here in this place that was supposed to be their fucking home, everything seemed to be tainted. Cracked just a little at the foundation and put everything else into question. Stephanie felt a thrill, a good rush she hadn't felt in ages, and oh god, did this ever make her feel more alive than any amount of therapy and medication could even dream of.
She laughed along with him as they rekindled the ease of Earth-3. Her heart was racing, and she swore she could hear the rattling of gunfire somewhere in the distance, and she didn't care. A hungry noise sounded from the back of her throat, and she slid her hands out from underneath his shirt to begin working on the buttons in the front. Stephanie lost herself in the hammering of her heart and the rush of imaginary bullets around them, and she didn't even feel him shutting down at first. Didn't focus on anything but that sharp need and desire to make him feel how much he wanted her.
But, it all came to a stop, and she slid down to the floor a little gracelessly. Heavy breaths and swollen lips and dark eyes going sharp with something hurt.] What? [But she didn't wait for an answer at first. She stumbled back, letting go of his half-buttoned shirt and looked up at him. Cheeks burning bright. Embarrassed and feeling rejected and oh god, here it was. He was going to leave her. He was done. It was finished. She wrapped her arms around her protectively, waiting for the blows to begin.]