stephanie nashton does it all (forthem) wrote in rooms,
Re: dancefloor: eddie/steph.
She beamed when he used her married name, the usual thump ache in her chest resounding when she was just so happy. "I don't think I'm ever gonna get used to that," she whispered, grinning and grazing her fingertips across his jawline. The rest of the room dimmed out as she looked into his puppydog browns and could see the rest of her life before her eyes. This was it, and you know what? She couldn't think of a better way to spend the next 50 plus years, and she couldn't think of a better person to spend it with. Her laugh slipped from her throat, breaking her from the moment of happy introspection about her marriage and family that had just barely started. Her hand slid down from his jaw to his neck, coiling around to hold the back of it and tangle the tips of her fingers into the nape of his hair. Smirking, she rolled her eyes.
"We better fucking get there, I already have the tickets, and I do not have a back-up wedding present. Well," she continued, tugging on his hair just a touch and hovering her lips over his and dropping her voice down to a whisper, "I've got all the fun stuff I bought for us to play with, but that doesn't really count, does it?" But she didn't give him a kiss, swerving away the second he took the bait to grab her phone again. She scrolled for a second before pulling up a picture of two matching jerseys of his favorite player and two caps. "See? We better be able to go. It'd be such a waste." Stephanie shifted to settle easily in his embrace, kissing the corner of his jaw and nipping at his ear before resting her head on his shoulder. Wrinkling her nose. "I miss our color, but I'm not sure I'd be able to deal with that much color," she teased, her own arm looping around his waist. She twisted to put her phone on the bar again and grab that concoction of a drink, holding it up for him to sip before taking one of her own.