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Steve spots a familiar face on his drive home.

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Touch Starved

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: fluff

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A/N: this is right shit but I wrote it quickly on a break between manically trying to fix my life so don't hate too much

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Eddie knows rejection. Knows all about that fitful heat that works its way up his neck, burning away at his pale skin, the push to dig his teeth into his lip to hold back the words begging to be let forth.

He is well acquainted with the feeling, the sting of solitude, the way his flesh crawls at the barest sensations, untouched for so long he feels as if he's the last to know he's a leper. Breath stuck between his teeth, eyes fixed on yours, he waits for you to pull away, expects you to step out of his embrace, but impossibly you get closer.

Hot breath fanning his neck, sweet and unexpected he shivers at your nearness, excited, embarrassed he's excited, anticipating a snide remark at his sensitivity. His heart beats fast, counting the seconds slowly in his head, one, two, three four. It never comes, your lips tipping up into a secretive smile like you know exactly what he's thinking. Five, six, seven. You're creeping closer, raising on tiptoes, lips filling his vision, pink and full, tongue peeking out to glide across the flesh. Eight, nine, ten.

Then it's over. His world implodes, bright and loud when your lips find his, raw electricity crackling through his veins, sounding like tires on gravel, a lightbulb blowing out, glass shattering. It takes a moment before he can react, eyes wide, taking in your face, too close, an awkward angle, but your eyes are closed, lashes flush against the tops of your cheeks in the most angelic way, mouth soft on his, tentative, gentle, and he's falling.

How could he love you more? The smile that overtakes your face whenever he steps into the room, your laugh that fizzes over him like champagne, bubbly and bright, your hands on him, pulling him closer, eyes dragging him down to your depths, passionate to know him.

At this moment, stale air in his lungs, dim lighting from the dying light above your heads in his room, he feels his affection grow, taking on its own form next to him, filling the room. Eddie needs to tell you, doesn't think he can carry on any longer without uttering the words. Your hands trail up his chest, fingers tangling in the loose fabric of his shirt before walking higher, fingertips caressing the soft skin of his neck, eliciting goosebumps.

You notice, eyes flicking up to his, gauging his reaction, worried he'll stop you like he usually does. You don't want to make him uncomfortable. But he doesn't move, doesn't say a word, looking back at you with an unreadable expression, and you pull back all on your own.

"Eds? Sorry, am I- Should I stop?"

Your voice falters, uncertain and Eddie winces, calloused hands finding yours, lifting them back to his neck as he shakes his head. "No, no. Don't um, don't stop."

The air feels thicker, the both of you stumbling into uncharted territory, the prolonged skin on skin new, thrilling. "Okay," you whisper, careful not to ruin the moment.

He sucks in a big breath, air whistling between his lips and he blushes at the sound, smiling down at you sheepishly. Fingers lost in the curls at the back of his head you grin, reassuring, calm. He's got something on his mind, you can see it churning in those eyes, warm brown, and earnest.

"I love you."

The words tumble past his lips unceremoniously, his eyes widening in shock, fear pulling his lips down into a deep frown. His fingers clench where they've been resting on your hips before they slip away, leaving you cold.

You're repeating his earlier action, guiding his hands back to their rightful place, speaking carefully, needing him to hear you, needing him to feel the sincerity in your words.

"I love you, Eddie Munson. More than flowers or cats or music. More than all those things combined."

He's tipping forward, out of control, willing his body to slow down, but unable to make it do so. His lips crash gracelessly into your cheek, wet and nearly painful in his eagerness, whispering something into your skin, the words lost in the apple of your cheek as you grin, teeth flashing in the ochre-tinted light.

He's been waiting, patient, afraid to hope you want him as desperately as he wants you. Your admission laid to rest any doubts, spurring him on, adoration bleeding into the air around him.

Hands fisted in his hair, mouth on his, all tongue and teeth, clashing while you offer one another dominance, a burden neither of you wants to bear, dancing through the kiss until you're gasping and breathless. Eddie trembles with barely contained desire, skin on fire from the onslaught of sensations. He can taste you, hear you keening softly against his tongue, feel you everywhere. It's all too much, and somehow, not nearly enough.

You laugh into the kiss, a quiet huff of air, pulling away just enough to mumble, "Slow down, handsome." He's chasing you, unwilling to let go, refusing to let the moment end. Realization sets in, and he's jerking back, worried he's hurt you, worried you don't want this after all.

"Are you okay?"

"Of course I am. So much better than okay. But we don't need to rush… Ya know?"

The thought hangs in the air, ripe, juicy, the most intoxicating thought today. The idea that you'll do this again, and again and again. You love him, and you aren't leaving.

He presses another kiss to your chin, your nose, your eyelid, he can't pace himself, and honestly, you don't mind, fingers finding his, taking a step towards his room in invitation. He gets the message, following like a puppy. His eyes say it all, giddy, happier than he thinks he's ever been, and your heart swells knowing you get to make Eddie happy. He deserves it.

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- been in love with each other for millennia

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