[ It doesn't take a genius to figure out that Eddie's the kind of woman who likes to laugh. She'd have had a good time tumbling Tommy in her hotel room bed even if he'd been focused and serious the entire time, would have very much enjoyed herself as she let him methodically work her over, but the moments of silliness he let shine through absolutely delighted her, especially when his jokes were bad or one of them said something stupid.
Which was not an infrequent occurrence. Eddie says stupid things all the time, it's part of her charm.
She'd been pleasantly worn-out by the time the night was through, a little less greened out than Tommy, maybe, but fully sated on food and quite a few enjoyable orgasms, and while she's never been good at sharing a bed, she'd passed out with his warm bulk beside her regardless and slept heavily through the night.
She is not a morning person. They hadn't pulled the curtains last night, far too busy doing other things, which means the hotel room fills with warm morning sunshine in almost no time at all, and Eddie finds herself groaning, twisting on the bed to hide her face away and pretend that the morning hasn't come just yet. The fact that she winds up with her face caught in dark, curly hair isn't unusual, but the fact that it's someone else's hair certainly is. Cracking open one eye, she looks down at the head nestled beside hers, clocks those freckles she's so fond of, and smiles. ]
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Date: 2025-05-27 02:43 pm (UTC)Which was not an infrequent occurrence. Eddie says stupid things all the time, it's part of her charm.
She'd been pleasantly worn-out by the time the night was through, a little less greened out than Tommy, maybe, but fully sated on food and quite a few enjoyable orgasms, and while she's never been good at sharing a bed, she'd passed out with his warm bulk beside her regardless and slept heavily through the night.
She is not a morning person. They hadn't pulled the curtains last night, far too busy doing other things, which means the hotel room fills with warm morning sunshine in almost no time at all, and Eddie finds herself groaning, twisting on the bed to hide her face away and pretend that the morning hasn't come just yet. The fact that she winds up with her face caught in dark, curly hair isn't unusual, but the fact that it's someone else's hair certainly is. Cracking open one eye, she looks down at the head nestled beside hers, clocks those freckles she's so fond of, and smiles. ]