[ Yep, she remembered correctly how it felt to hear him say that to her, she hadn't been making things up thanks to the weed in her system. That's going to be dangerous, she just knows it. This man will be a hazard for her health, but she can't bring herself to care. He keeps looking at her like that, and Eddie's grasp on self-control is tenuous at best.
He takes a step back from her and she forces herself to let go of him, settling back on her heels and letting her hands fall to her lap. ] Yeah, yeah, go eat your fucking eggs. [ It loses whatever bite she might have tried to inject because the end of her sentence gets lost in a yawn big enough to bring tears to her eyes, ones she blinks away with a surprised look on her face, like she isn't currently awake hours before she normally rolls out of bed, all because she let a fucking morning person tumble her into bed last night. ]
I got your number, [ she confirms, smiling at him in return. ] And Tommy— thank you. Not for the sex. But for saving my life. I'd have been really fucked if you hadn't been there. [ It's possible that the entire situation might not had come to pass if he hadn't been there, or maybe she'd have been on a different part of the stage, or maybe the fresnal would have fallen on someone else, but that's something neither of them will ever know. What Eddie does know is that this man spared her from something incredibly serious. ] I mean, thank you for the sex, too, that was. Repeat performance-worthy, for sure.
[She gets a serious nod for the thanks; Tommy doesn't say more because it's easier to accept than to take credit - there was no thinking involved, no conscious self-sacrifice - but he understands that she means it. And then he laughs at the rest, the sound startled out of his mouth.
His eyes drag down down Eddie's body just once, sitting there like she isn't naked (she's got great tits) and making jokes. Tommy shakes his head.] Sayin' stuff like that while you're naked is mean. I take it back, you do got the devil in you. [But his hand is on the doorknob. There's a moment of hesitation before he turns it, though. The "Do Not Disturb" card is pulled off the inside and hung where staff can see it; Tommy winks.] Get your beauty sleep.
[ Her track record for diffusing tension is 2-2 now, and she doesn't try to stifle her grin when he shakes his head at her. ]
Gotta leave you wanting more, right? [ Not that if Tommy had gotten it out of his system and never wanted to see her again she'd chase him down or anything — she may be shameless, may have learned to reach out and take what she wants, but she's not a fucking weirdo, if he avoided her or made it clear they were a one-and-done she'd respect that even if she was disappointed — but based on the way he's staring at her tits and the way he kept leaning in to kiss her, she's not exactly worried about it.
Letting herself slide down to one hip, she leans her weight on one hand and lifts the other to give him a little finger wave, still smirking. ] See you 'round.
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He takes a step back from her and she forces herself to let go of him, settling back on her heels and letting her hands fall to her lap. ] Yeah, yeah, go eat your fucking eggs. [ It loses whatever bite she might have tried to inject because the end of her sentence gets lost in a yawn big enough to bring tears to her eyes, ones she blinks away with a surprised look on her face, like she isn't currently awake hours before she normally rolls out of bed, all because she let a fucking morning person tumble her into bed last night. ]
I got your number, [ she confirms, smiling at him in return. ] And Tommy— thank you. Not for the sex. But for saving my life. I'd have been really fucked if you hadn't been there. [ It's possible that the entire situation might not had come to pass if he hadn't been there, or maybe she'd have been on a different part of the stage, or maybe the fresnal would have fallen on someone else, but that's something neither of them will ever know. What Eddie does know is that this man spared her from something incredibly serious. ] I mean, thank you for the sex, too, that was. Repeat performance-worthy, for sure.
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His eyes drag down down Eddie's body just once, sitting there like she isn't naked (she's got great tits) and making jokes. Tommy shakes his head.] Sayin' stuff like that while you're naked is mean. I take it back, you do got the devil in you. [But his hand is on the doorknob. There's a moment of hesitation before he turns it, though. The "Do Not Disturb" card is pulled off the inside and hung where staff can see it; Tommy winks.] Get your beauty sleep.
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Gotta leave you wanting more, right? [ Not that if Tommy had gotten it out of his system and never wanted to see her again she'd chase him down or anything — she may be shameless, may have learned to reach out and take what she wants, but she's not a fucking weirdo, if he avoided her or made it clear they were a one-and-done she'd respect that even if she was disappointed — but based on the way he's staring at her tits and the way he kept leaning in to kiss her, she's not exactly worried about it.
Letting herself slide down to one hip, she leans her weight on one hand and lifts the other to give him a little finger wave, still smirking. ] See you 'round.