stephanie nashton does it all (forthem) wrote in rooms,
Re: dancefloor: eddie/steph.
Steph inhaled deeply into the kiss, lingering long enough to catch the taste of him on her tongue. Utterly shameless and absorbed in him like there wasn't even a blip on her radar aside from her husband. He was her husband now, and she would never get sick of saying that either. That they had come all this way and wound up here? Well, it hit her now and then in the sweetest sort of way, in waves of realization like the ones that crashed into her on that dancefloor with pulsing dance music that did not fit the barely dancing couple. He was her husband right now. She was Stephanie Nashton. Despite all the bullshit and troubles they had been through over the last six plus years, she was now his wife. She smiled stupidly against his lips, other arm looping around his neck as she pressed a few more before he pulled back. She couldn't even focus on dancing anymore, barely there sway of her hips a negligible attempt at best.
That dazed look reflected back at him, closed blue eyes and a wide smile spreading across her lips that split into a grin. "Truth or dare?" One eye peeked open as a hand tangled in his hair. "Oh, fuck yes, the answer is always yes. Rounds can wait. Let's go get a drink and do that." She kissed the corner of his mouth, and then detangled herself to start to lead them off the dancefloor to the bar for more drinks. "You can ask me first. Since, apparently, you're the head of the household now." A smirk over her shoulder as her fingers entwined with his.