[ Eddie's never met Tommy's brother, knows nothing about him besides his full legal name, but she feels fairly confident she can guess which one of them is the song-writer in that duo, if the things Tommy says to her are any indication.
She's feeling a little soft and hazy around the edges, her sharpness blurred by the weed and the fact that they've spent so much time together tonight and Tommy literally put himself between her and at least a very painful injury if not something more serious.
It means when he asks to kiss her, she doesn't turn it into some kind of joke, doesn't say something snarky or quippy in return, just brushes her thumb over his cheek and nods, a pleased little smile curling her lips. ]
Yeah. [ She'd like that a lot, actually. But then she adds: ] Give me the pipe, though, I don't want to accidentally set the bed on fire.
[Eddie wouldn't be wrong; Joel's mind is calculating, logical - he's good with the music itself, the craftsmanship of fingers on frets while Tommy is... artistic. 'Sensitive.' He enjoys constructing sentiment out of words in a way that is capable of laying down tracks for Joel to follow - though he doesn't think that Joel would consider it that way.
He likes the softened edge to her answer, that lilt of a smile that doesn't try to be anything be pleased - some people would call him stupid, or naive, but it's not like Tommy has asked permission of every girl he kissed, or aimed for the perfect moment... but this feels something like that anyway, and it makes his pulse respond. Kick forward.
At least until she asks for the pipe.
Tommy nearly chokes on his exhale, laughs as he drops back down from how he was beginning to push off his elbows up toward Eddie's mouth as he hands her the pipe.] Cautious, that's good. Hope you're not speaking from experience.
[ It's sweet, him asking her permission. People have started treating her differently now that she's more well-known — Eddie and the Dead Girls are more than an indie band, now, that's a given, but it's not like they're selling out stadiums or anything, they're not famous-famous — but it's very rare for anyone to treat her with delicacy or sweetness. She doesn't really cultivate the image for it. And maybe, maybe if she got it all the time she'd get annoyed by it, but right now it's a novelty, and the look in Tommy's eyes has her own pulse ticking faster.
She's not even annoyed when he breaks for a moment, almost snorting a laugh as he hands her the pipe. She's laughing, too. ]
What? No, no way. I've definitely never set my bed on fire before, not even once. Or twice. [ She leans away for just a moment, just so she can stretch out and carefully place the pipe on the little nightstand by her bed, on top of a (clean) plate from a previous room-service order. ] Or three times.
[ Turning back to him, she wiggles a little on the bed, readjusting the way she's sitting to make it easier for her to reach out and twist her fingers in the front of his too-tight shirt to tug him up to her level. ] C'mere.
[Easier for her because Tommy was already moving. Already crawling forward off the chair and toward the bed as Eddie stretched out, all long pale flesh and dark ink, to follow through on his started joke. But he'd asked. And she'd answered.
And Tommy really wants to kiss her.
So there's no more joking, no more laughing - for now; Tommy is moving into Eddie's fingers even as she's grabbing for him, knee onto the bed in order to press his mouth to hers quickly enough to cut off the word on her lips.]
[ Eddie's other hand lifts to reach for Tommy's shoulder as he meets her half-way, surging up out of his chair and half-crawling onto the bed to kiss her, and she winds up sliding her arm around the back of his neck to keep him close as his lips press to hers even before she's finished talking.
This is Eddie's favorite way of being shut up, just for the record.
There's something in the eagerness in the way Tommy moves into her that sinks a hook under her sternum, yanking her off-kilter, and originally she'd just slipped her arm around his shoulders for somewhere to put it and so that he wouldn't get any bright ideas like pulling away, but it doesn't take long for her to grip the back of his shirt as well as the front, holding herself upright against him as much as she's holding him close to her. ]
[His arm wraps itself low around her waist with very little thought and the way the end up aligned, holding on to each other, that feels like a helluva lot more than implied chastity of 'Can I kiss you?' but to hell with it now. Eddie is warm and receptive and leaning in just as much as Tommy is and there ain't nothing bad about that.
He doesn't crush into the kiss but it's not - like the rest of him - in anyway shy or tentative. Tommy takes his time, though, he lets himself take his time. Explores the feel of her lips, the taste of her teeth, the way her back arches beneath the spread of his hand.]
[ It's difficult, making herself slow down. Eddie's always had what she calls a "Too Much Gene," where she can't convince herself not to greedily grab at the things she wants. Maybe it comes from her upbringing, maybe it's just a personality flaw, but she's always been the type of person to glut on something good when it's in front of her, just in case it gets taken away. Moderation has never been her strong suit.
It means she smokes too much, drinks too much, gets in fights too much. It also means, when a handsome man is leaning over her and licking into her mouth, she has to fight the urge to pull him back onto the bed with her, to haul his body overtop of hers so she can enjoy the way he presses her down and pins her to the mattress.
She didn't get to enjoy the feeling of Tommy sprawled on top of her earlier, a little preoccupied with the knock on her head and the crashing light behind them, and she wants to rectify that now.
But she makes herself slow down, forces her hand to unclench from the front of his shirt so she can smooth her palm up his chest to cup the back of his neck instead, the tips of her fingers tangling in the curls that are barely restrained by his hairtie. He kisses her with purpose, like he's mapping her out, and that focus is actually incredibly sexy, so she gives herself over to it and relaxes into his touch. ]
[Tommy has enough moderation for the both of them - but it's been imposed on him, something prone to crack under strain when there's no immediate consequences in sight. More of Eddie isn't a consequence... or at least not one that he's bothered by. He kisses her until they're both panting, finally resting a hand to the mattress to keep them from tipping backward and his forehead to hers.] I swear I did not follow you up here to sleep with you.
[Yeah, he's repeating himself. But he's high and it feels necessary.]
Uh huh. [ She doesn't disbelieve him, she's just having a hard time focusing right now. Her lips feel a little tingly, his facial hair is tickling her face, and his breath is a warm wash of air across her chin as he leans over her, his forehead pressed to hers. She's still clinging to his shoulders.
Maybe she should let him go?
But she doesn't want to. She tilts her chin to kiss him again, more briefly this time, her fingers curling and then spreading out across his back like a cat kneading a blanket. ] No, of course.
[Eddie's uninterested in his excuses. He gets it. He does; even though it takes his weed-soaked brain a moment to equate that with maybe she doesn't give a shit because she's interested. She's interested in him. Doesn't think he's a creep.
Okay. He can work with-] Ow.
[Her fingers hit a bandaid and the stitches beneath and his arm on the bed buckles, dropping them both back a foot before Tommy catches them, inches above the mattress, one arm still around her back and the other locking again to keep them up. Sort of. For a half-second - before Eddie drops down on the disheveled blankets and Tommy winds up propped up, hovering, overhead. He blinks down at her.] I'm gonna kiss you again.
[A warning, this time, instead of a question. And he does.]
[ Eddie's in the middle of mumbling an apology — she felt that bandage, too — when Tommy's arm buckles and he comes crashing into her, enough so that she yelps before he manages to catch them both, his arm around her back keeping her from bouncing back against the mattress. With the way he's holding her, she can feel the muscles in his arm press up against her, and it's stupidly sexy. She doesn't moan about it, but it's close.
She does finally travel the remaining few inches down to the mattress when he slips his arm out from behind her, a soft little grunt swallowed back when her head protests its new lump hitting the bed, but smoking has made any pain she feels a far-away thing, and what Tommy says to her next has her forgetting the urge to wince completely. ]
Yeah, that's— [ She licks her lips, her hands reaching up to grip at his sides instead, and she quickly tries to tug him closer even as she's lifting her chin to meet him halfway. ] Good.
Tommy likes Eddie; warm, receptive - he touches and she responds. Mouth, hands. Not that he's imagined this... honestly whatever school-boy crush he's had on the lead singer of Eddie and the Dead Girls pales in comparison to the reality of her. Eddie is alive in a way that Tommy's been missing outside holding a guitar in his hands in front of a crowd.
He doesn't ask anymore questions. When Eddie arches, he peels off her soft, worn shirt.
[ Eddie's only known Tommy for a few hours, but that doesn't seem to matter much to her at all. In her slightly more reckless youth, she's fucked people she's known only a few minutes, attractive strangers met in bars and clubs, and so far she's been incredibly lucky that nothing horrible has come of it.
Certainly nothing horrible can happen to her tonight. She's warm, she's a little high, and she's currently being undressed by someone who saved her life. He wouldn't have gone to all that trouble if he was going to be a fucking creep the second he takes her shirt off.
Actually, that's a great idea. She lets Tommy peel off her t-shirt and then immediately reaches for his, helping him struggle out of it before she has to stop to kiss him again. He can figure out his wet jeans, she's busy. Eventually, somehow, they manage to get the rest of their clothes off, one damp piece at a time, and then it's just miles of warm, tanned skin pressed against hers. She has a crystal clear image of her pale, inked legs wrapped around his waist as her fingers curl in his hair, Tommy's head bent over her chest, his fingers and his mouth working to make her gasp and writhe, and then the next moment she remembers with any clarity is him fumbling through her disaster of a room to find the condoms he'd tossed somewhere.
It all goes like that, really, moments in time so detailed that they feel like photographs, followed by a pleasurable haze where she can't really recall the specifics but she knows she feels good. That's what's important, after all, isn't it?
She even tells him that, at one point, how good she feels with her hands braced on his chest, rocking her hips down against his. She lets her mouth fall open and a torrent of semi-coherent bullshit spills free, expletives and praise alike as she gets more and more worked up, her damp hair hanging in her eyes and her mouth red and a little swollen from him kissing her and the way she keeps biting her lips to keep from making too much noise. ]
[Tommy hasn't been with a woman in a while, since before they came on the tour, but he's never been the type to be over-eager enough to skip past the good parts. He likes the build, the exploration of enjoyable things, and the weed has coated his nerves enough to make all of this possible despite the general biological imperative. The night feels like hazy miles of milky skin, tangled limbs, and Eddie's voice. By the time she crawls over his lap and his hands swallow her hips, Tommy's coherence is lost in the feeling of her and the rhythm they chase to the breaking point.
When the leading edge of a too-bright sunrise through the window pulls him from a dreamless sleep to announce that last night's storm - and the night itself - has passed on, Tommy greets it with pleasantly soft-edged memories of more drugs and ordering room-service that had been forgotten because he'd declared Eddie his own personal take-out spot before putting his face between her legs. He hadn't intended to stay the night; doesn't remember falling asleep, anyway, only laying with the sweat-sweet press of Eddie tangled up with him, unsure of beginnings and endings, murmuring back and forth Very Deep Theological Thoughts on Music, but when his eyes open it's morning and here he is - there she is, her hair a crazy tumble of dark curls across her pillow, cheeks slightly pink, and the single double-sized sheet doing a poor job of keeping them both decent.
It's too early to be awake but habit's a bitch. Tommy thinks about scooting closer, pulling Eddie against him, but doesn't. He hasn't had a morning-after since before enlisting and maybe this was just... a good night. A thing that's over now that the sun is shining on it. So instead he moves just enough to touch his nose to the warm skin of her shoulder and closes his eyes again.]
[ 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. ]
And here I thought maybe you bein' a menace was just a Nighttime-Eddie sorta thing, [comes the pasty mutter from the man beside her. It's good-natured, but Tommy does have to pull his fingers free from where her twisting has pinned them between a hip and the mattress.
He rubs his knuckles with a thumb and then against his eyes as he rolls onto his back and blinks into the increased morning sun - he fell back asleep. Huh. Head falls to the side and he's greeted by Eddie, close enough to kiss. Tommy doesn't, but wants to.] Mornin'. [He checks his watch - seems to be the only thing that didn't come off last night; still early enough. Then he lets his hand keep moving, crossing over himself to brush a curl off her cheek and behind her ear.] Think there are cold burgers and fries still in the hallway if you're hungry. [One side of his mouth crawls into a grin. The ice cream is certainly a puddle by now.]
'M always a menace. [ She bares her teeth at him, but does obligingly shift her weight a little so he can retrieve his hand from where she had pinned it beneath her. For a brief moment, she lets herself watch as he flexes his fingers, feeling rather enamored with what he proved they could do last night, and then she deliberately closes her eyes as he wishes her a good morning.
She groans. ] God. Why the fuck're you awake. [ She knows why he's awake, the curtains are wide open and he said that he was a vet; she knows from living with Wayne that the Army drills shit into you and he's probably used to getting up at the ass-crack of dawn. That doesn't mean she won't complain about it.
Her grumbling complaints soften a little when she feels fingertips brush against her cheek, a smile curling her lips despite her determination to be uncooperative. ] Mm. I love cold burgers and fries. [ She does, actually. Eddie has no problems eating cold leftovers. Pizza is better cold, she'll die on that hill.
She twists a little again, squirming until she's curled on her side facing Tommy, and pulls some of her tangled hair away from her neck before reaching out and repeating his gesture to him instead, lifting a stray curl away from his face to smooth it back. His hair's a mess, dried all funny and frizzy, and she knows hers looks ten times worse. He has a crease on his cheek from the pillow. She thinks he's never looked better. ] Are you hungry?
I - [He's going to say yeah, normally I would have eaten two hours ago, but his stomach answers for him with a noticeable rumble. His embarrassed laugh is quiet.] But powdered eggs and bacon sound more appealing than hallway burgers, if I'm bein' honest.
[Tommy rubs his face, but it's not to wake up as much as just feeling a night late night of weed and no toothbrush. His mind is already alert, awake. He's thinking about having to take a walk of shame back to his room, which is on the other side of the hotel. Thinking about having to get in and fixed up before Joel realizes he's gone - though construction hours aren't all that different from the Army and his brother's probably already got something to say.
He stretches and pulls himself upright, though he doesn't go anywhere yet. Just tries and fails to work fingers through his hair with the corner of the sheet rucked around his hips.]
[ Eddie says something that could have been a dig at his high standards, but she yawns too hard for it to make any sense, rolling onto her back as Tommy sits upright. He keeps the sheet modestly pulled over himself, but Eddie doesn't bother, sprawling out across the mattress with an arm flung over her face, very clearly not nearly as awake as he is.
She lifts the arm over her face to tuck it behind her head instead, watching him fight with his hair for a moment in silence before speaking up. ]
I got combs and shit in the bathroom, if you want. Detanglers. [ There's no need to even imply that she often needs them, it's patently obvious. ] You gotta head out?
[ She knows it won't be long before someone — Chrissy, maybe, but probably some poor assistant — will be knocking on her door, telling her they need to get on the road, but Eddie doesn't really know what time it is yet and also doesn't care. If she had her druthers, she'd roll over and go back to sleep. Preferably with Tommy blocking the light from the window, but that doesn't look like it's going to happen. ]
[He chuckles at the mention of 'combs and shit' but doesn't consider bothering, even if the tie he had in his hair last night is long gone. Tommy finds his briefs on the floor and pulls them on as he stands, glances at Eddie splayed out as he picks up his (only slightly still damp) jeans.] Yeah. We tend to roll early, unless Jessie's on the warpath.
[If it wasn't already obvious, Tommy doesn't do this sorta thing very often and as he retrieves and puts on his scattered articles of clothing, he wonders how not to be awkward. 'I had a good time' sounds dumb as hell in his head, but can he just kiss her goodbye or is that too forward? Shit, he doesn't know. He likes her. But they're also on tour together and while not exactly in each other's pockets, the proximity could be a blessing or curse depending on how all this is gonna go. Clothed, he brings his boots with him to take a seat in the chair he was in last night. He glances up as he stuffs his feet into the shoes, keeping his eyes on Eddie's face.] How about you?
[ Watching Tommy get up and get dressed is disappointing; she hadn't really hoped they'd go for another round in the morning, but she wouldn't have complained. Still, making the most of a bad situation is something she tries to do whenever possible, so she lets herself admire the shape of his body as he goes around picking up his clothes and stepping back into them.
She almost offers to loan him one of her shirts — she's a tall woman, and not exactly fine-boned, and she tends to buy her casual clothes a few sizes too big even now that she's done growing, just for comfort's sake — but then she gets distracted watching him contort himself back into the shirt he was wearing last night and the moment's gone.
Hearing a woman's name on his lips feels like she's had a bucket of water tossed over her. It occurs to her that she never actually asked him if he was single, she'd just assumed based on the way he looked at her and circled her like an orbiting moon that he didn't have anyone waiting for him at home. Obviously, ignorance can afford her a little bit of leeway, but Eddie's been fucked over by someone she thought cared about her before, and it made her feel like shit. The realization that she could have been party to that leaves a bad taste in her mouth, and manages to get her fully and completely awake in a way nothing else has so far.
Sitting upright, she pulls the sheet around herself and gives him a wary look as she twists her fingers in the cotton. ] Who's Jessie?
[When Tommy looks up from lacing his boots and finds Eddie upright and looking at him like that, something in his ribs locks up tight as it dawns on him what she might be thinking.] Oh, no, she - Jessie's my sister-in-law. Ex, sister-in-law. Though I guess that actually makes her nothin'. [He shakes his head.] She's my niece's mom, is what I'm trying to say, around the taste of all this foot in my mouth.
[Tommy exhales.] I'm sorry, didn't mean to... I know we didn't really talk as much as - well, do other things, but. I'm not the type of guy to do somethin' like that. Vevermind having a side-piece, hell, I'm not much good at loving-and-leaving in general. I mean. I can, I'm not saying - I had a good time last night but listen, there're no strings here with me. No need to, you know, coyote-ugly or what have you. Or think I'll stalk you. I don't. Won't. Unless you had a good time too. Which is good. Not that if you did I'd stalk you.
[What the fuck are you saying, Tommy?]
I'm saying that it was a nice evening and we're adults and I... boy, I am really terrible at this. You have my number, so I'm just gonna - [Find some sand to hide his damn head in. Tommy jerks a thumb at the door and claps his hands to his thighs and pushes himself up into a stand.
And he makes it two steps before shaking his head with a Spanish curse muttered under his breath as he turns around to march back to the bed. Without stopping or asking, Tommy bends down and kisses Eddie. Not slow, but with intention, and then straightens.] There. Alright, that's all. [Now he'll find the sand. It'll help hide the flush creeping up from under his collar, if nothing else.]
[ Eddie finds herself blinking in the face of an absolute avalanche of words, a little stunned not necessarily by the content of Tommy's speech, but by the simple fact that once he starts talking, he doesn't stop. She doesn't know him very well, but she feels like she knows him well enough to say that this is out of character for him, and it stuns her for long enough that he manages to talk himself into a dull red flush staining his throat, his eyes darting around the room like he can't quite make himself look at her.
She's pretty sure that's not because she's still naked.
At some point during his word-vomiting, she starts smiling, some of the anxious little tendrils of uncertainty and nerves that had woken up inside her the moment he started getting dressed immediately smothered beneath an overwhelming sense of amusement and more than a little fondness. ]
Tommy...
[ She's trying to come up with something to say when he turns on his heel and stomps back towards her, bending down to press a firm kiss to her mouth like he's trying to shut her up instead of the other way around. She manages to get her arms to slide around him before he can pull away, twisting her legs beneath herself so she can kneel up on the bed so he doesn't have to stoop so far down, and presses herself up against him as she steals another laughing kiss. ]
Slow down, papi. [ Her hands slide down his back and over his ass so she can shamelessly grope him in an effort to get him to smile. ] I had a good time, too. Thank you.
[She had him at papi, though the ass-grabbing doesn't hurt. Tommy laughs, his posture deflating a bit; convenient, as it puts Eddie back within kissing range.
He doesn't generally waste words, she's right about that. But when he does? It's a sight to behold. Joel has, historically, been the major recipent of Tommy's bluster and usually it winds up with Big Brother covering his ass. It's gotten less frequent over the years; Eddie's just gettin' all the best sides of Tommy up front - shoddy Vet nerves, lightweight drug user, romantic moron - and that should freak him out, except she's holding onto his ass. So he does. Kiss her again.] Gettin' the full tour, chica, lucky you. Good catholic boys always come with a side of guilt. That a deal breaker?
[Not that they have a deal. Not that - this time - he says that shit out loud. Just uses both hands to gently sweep curls back from her upturned face.]
Oh hell no. [ She grins up at him, letting him smooth her wild hair out of her face, feeling disproportionately proud of herself for calming him down so easily when he was clearly working himself up into a good lather that would have him castigating himself all the way back to his own room. If only she was that good at diffusing sticky situations in other arenas of her life.
She has a feeling pressing herself topless up against whoever is spiraling in front of her won't work in most situations, though.
She grins at him, the eyeliner and mascara she hadn't managed to wipe off last night smudged around her eyes, and goes so far as to wink, tucking her fingers into his back pockets since he hasn't made her let go of his ass yet. ] I love corrupting the innocent.
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Date: 2025-05-25 08:11 pm (UTC)She's feeling a little soft and hazy around the edges, her sharpness blurred by the weed and the fact that they've spent so much time together tonight and Tommy literally put himself between her and at least a very painful injury if not something more serious.
It means when he asks to kiss her, she doesn't turn it into some kind of joke, doesn't say something snarky or quippy in return, just brushes her thumb over his cheek and nods, a pleased little smile curling her lips. ]
Yeah. [ She'd like that a lot, actually. But then she adds: ] Give me the pipe, though, I don't want to accidentally set the bed on fire.
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Date: 2025-05-26 01:40 am (UTC)He likes the softened edge to her answer, that lilt of a smile that doesn't try to be anything be pleased - some people would call him stupid, or naive, but it's not like Tommy has asked permission of every girl he kissed, or aimed for the perfect moment... but this feels something like that anyway, and it makes his pulse respond. Kick forward.
At least until she asks for the pipe.
Tommy nearly chokes on his exhale, laughs as he drops back down from how he was beginning to push off his elbows up toward Eddie's mouth as he hands her the pipe.] Cautious, that's good. Hope you're not speaking from experience.
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Date: 2025-05-26 01:52 am (UTC)She's not even annoyed when he breaks for a moment, almost snorting a laugh as he hands her the pipe. She's laughing, too. ]
What? No, no way. I've definitely never set my bed on fire before, not even once. Or twice. [ She leans away for just a moment, just so she can stretch out and carefully place the pipe on the little nightstand by her bed, on top of a (clean) plate from a previous room-service order. ] Or three times.
[ Turning back to him, she wiggles a little on the bed, readjusting the way she's sitting to make it easier for her to reach out and twist her fingers in the front of his too-tight shirt to tug him up to her level. ] C'mere.
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Date: 2025-05-26 02:09 am (UTC)And Tommy really wants to kiss her.
So there's no more joking, no more laughing - for now; Tommy is moving into Eddie's fingers even as she's grabbing for him, knee onto the bed in order to press his mouth to hers quickly enough to cut off the word on her lips.]
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Date: 2025-05-26 02:21 am (UTC)This is Eddie's favorite way of being shut up, just for the record.
There's something in the eagerness in the way Tommy moves into her that sinks a hook under her sternum, yanking her off-kilter, and originally she'd just slipped her arm around his shoulders for somewhere to put it and so that he wouldn't get any bright ideas like pulling away, but it doesn't take long for her to grip the back of his shirt as well as the front, holding herself upright against him as much as she's holding him close to her. ]
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Date: 2025-05-26 01:53 pm (UTC)He doesn't crush into the kiss but it's not - like the rest of him - in anyway shy or tentative. Tommy takes his time, though, he lets himself take his time. Explores the feel of her lips, the taste of her teeth, the way her back arches beneath the spread of his hand.]
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Date: 2025-05-26 02:16 pm (UTC)It means she smokes too much, drinks too much, gets in fights too much. It also means, when a handsome man is leaning over her and licking into her mouth, she has to fight the urge to pull him back onto the bed with her, to haul his body overtop of hers so she can enjoy the way he presses her down and pins her to the mattress.
She didn't get to enjoy the feeling of Tommy sprawled on top of her earlier, a little preoccupied with the knock on her head and the crashing light behind them, and she wants to rectify that now.
But she makes herself slow down, forces her hand to unclench from the front of his shirt so she can smooth her palm up his chest to cup the back of his neck instead, the tips of her fingers tangling in the curls that are barely restrained by his hairtie. He kisses her with purpose, like he's mapping her out, and that focus is actually incredibly sexy, so she gives herself over to it and relaxes into his touch. ]
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Date: 2025-05-26 11:16 pm (UTC)[Yeah, he's repeating himself. But he's high and it feels necessary.]
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Date: 2025-05-26 11:51 pm (UTC)Maybe she should let him go?
But she doesn't want to. She tilts her chin to kiss him again, more briefly this time, her fingers curling and then spreading out across his back like a cat kneading a blanket. ] No, of course.
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Date: 2025-05-27 01:07 am (UTC)Okay. He can work with-] Ow.
[Her fingers hit a bandaid and the stitches beneath and his arm on the bed buckles, dropping them both back a foot before Tommy catches them, inches above the mattress, one arm still around her back and the other locking again to keep them up. Sort of. For a half-second - before Eddie drops down on the disheveled blankets and Tommy winds up propped up, hovering, overhead. He blinks down at her.] I'm gonna kiss you again.
[A warning, this time, instead of a question. And he does.]
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Date: 2025-05-27 01:14 am (UTC)She does finally travel the remaining few inches down to the mattress when he slips his arm out from behind her, a soft little grunt swallowed back when her head protests its new lump hitting the bed, but smoking has made any pain she feels a far-away thing, and what Tommy says to her next has her forgetting the urge to wince completely. ]
Yeah, that's— [ She licks her lips, her hands reaching up to grip at his sides instead, and she quickly tries to tug him closer even as she's lifting her chin to meet him halfway. ] Good.
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Date: 2025-05-27 01:31 am (UTC)Tommy likes Eddie; warm, receptive - he touches and she responds. Mouth, hands. Not that he's imagined this... honestly whatever school-boy crush he's had on the lead singer of Eddie and the Dead Girls pales in comparison to the reality of her. Eddie is alive in a way that Tommy's been missing outside holding a guitar in his hands in front of a crowd.
He doesn't ask anymore questions. When Eddie arches, he peels off her soft, worn shirt.
His own wet pants are harder to climb out of.]
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Date: 2025-05-27 01:54 am (UTC)Certainly nothing horrible can happen to her tonight. She's warm, she's a little high, and she's currently being undressed by someone who saved her life. He wouldn't have gone to all that trouble if he was going to be a fucking creep the second he takes her shirt off.
Actually, that's a great idea. She lets Tommy peel off her t-shirt and then immediately reaches for his, helping him struggle out of it before she has to stop to kiss him again. He can figure out his wet jeans, she's busy. Eventually, somehow, they manage to get the rest of their clothes off, one damp piece at a time, and then it's just miles of warm, tanned skin pressed against hers. She has a crystal clear image of her pale, inked legs wrapped around his waist as her fingers curl in his hair, Tommy's head bent over her chest, his fingers and his mouth working to make her gasp and writhe, and then the next moment she remembers with any clarity is him fumbling through her disaster of a room to find the condoms he'd tossed somewhere.
It all goes like that, really, moments in time so detailed that they feel like photographs, followed by a pleasurable haze where she can't really recall the specifics but she knows she feels good. That's what's important, after all, isn't it?
She even tells him that, at one point, how good she feels with her hands braced on his chest, rocking her hips down against his. She lets her mouth fall open and a torrent of semi-coherent bullshit spills free, expletives and praise alike as she gets more and more worked up, her damp hair hanging in her eyes and her mouth red and a little swollen from him kissing her and the way she keeps biting her lips to keep from making too much noise. ]
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Date: 2025-05-27 02:09 pm (UTC)When the leading edge of a too-bright sunrise through the window pulls him from a dreamless sleep to announce that last night's storm - and the night itself - has passed on, Tommy greets it with pleasantly soft-edged memories of more drugs and ordering room-service that had been forgotten because he'd declared Eddie his own personal take-out spot before putting his face between her legs. He hadn't intended to stay the night; doesn't remember falling asleep, anyway, only laying with the sweat-sweet press of Eddie tangled up with him, unsure of beginnings and endings, murmuring back and forth Very Deep Theological Thoughts on Music, but when his eyes open it's morning and here he is - there she is, her hair a crazy tumble of dark curls across her pillow, cheeks slightly pink, and the single double-sized sheet doing a poor job of keeping them both decent.
It's too early to be awake but habit's a bitch. Tommy thinks about scooting closer, pulling Eddie against him, but doesn't. He hasn't had a morning-after since before enlisting and maybe this was just... a good night. A thing that's over now that the sun is shining on it. So instead he moves just enough to touch his nose to the warm skin of her shoulder and closes his eyes again.]
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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. ]
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Date: 2025-05-27 03:00 pm (UTC)He rubs his knuckles with a thumb and then against his eyes as he rolls onto his back and blinks into the increased morning sun - he fell back asleep. Huh. Head falls to the side and he's greeted by Eddie, close enough to kiss. Tommy doesn't, but wants to.] Mornin'. [He checks his watch - seems to be the only thing that didn't come off last night; still early enough. Then he lets his hand keep moving, crossing over himself to brush a curl off her cheek and behind her ear.] Think there are cold burgers and fries still in the hallway if you're hungry. [One side of his mouth crawls into a grin. The ice cream is certainly a puddle by now.]
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Date: 2025-05-27 03:12 pm (UTC)She groans. ] God. Why the fuck're you awake. [ She knows why he's awake, the curtains are wide open and he said that he was a vet; she knows from living with Wayne that the Army drills shit into you and he's probably used to getting up at the ass-crack of dawn. That doesn't mean she won't complain about it.
Her grumbling complaints soften a little when she feels fingertips brush against her cheek, a smile curling her lips despite her determination to be uncooperative. ] Mm. I love cold burgers and fries. [ She does, actually. Eddie has no problems eating cold leftovers. Pizza is better cold, she'll die on that hill.
She twists a little again, squirming until she's curled on her side facing Tommy, and pulls some of her tangled hair away from her neck before reaching out and repeating his gesture to him instead, lifting a stray curl away from his face to smooth it back. His hair's a mess, dried all funny and frizzy, and she knows hers looks ten times worse. He has a crease on his cheek from the pillow. She thinks he's never looked better. ] Are you hungry?
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Date: 2025-05-27 03:29 pm (UTC)[Tommy rubs his face, but it's not to wake up as much as just feeling a night late night of weed and no toothbrush. His mind is already alert, awake. He's thinking about having to take a walk of shame back to his room, which is on the other side of the hotel. Thinking about having to get in and fixed up before Joel realizes he's gone - though construction hours aren't all that different from the Army and his brother's probably already got something to say.
He stretches and pulls himself upright, though he doesn't go anywhere yet. Just tries and fails to work fingers through his hair with the corner of the sheet rucked around his hips.]
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Date: 2025-05-27 03:42 pm (UTC)She lifts the arm over her face to tuck it behind her head instead, watching him fight with his hair for a moment in silence before speaking up. ]
I got combs and shit in the bathroom, if you want. Detanglers. [ There's no need to even imply that she often needs them, it's patently obvious. ] You gotta head out?
[ She knows it won't be long before someone — Chrissy, maybe, but probably some poor assistant — will be knocking on her door, telling her they need to get on the road, but Eddie doesn't really know what time it is yet and also doesn't care. If she had her druthers, she'd roll over and go back to sleep. Preferably with Tommy blocking the light from the window, but that doesn't look like it's going to happen. ]
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Date: 2025-05-27 03:58 pm (UTC)[If it wasn't already obvious, Tommy doesn't do this sorta thing very often and as he retrieves and puts on his scattered articles of clothing, he wonders how not to be awkward. 'I had a good time' sounds dumb as hell in his head, but can he just kiss her goodbye or is that too forward? Shit, he doesn't know. He likes her. But they're also on tour together and while not exactly in each other's pockets, the proximity could be a blessing or curse depending on how all this is gonna go. Clothed, he brings his boots with him to take a seat in the chair he was in last night. He glances up as he stuffs his feet into the shoes, keeping his eyes on Eddie's face.] How about you?
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Date: 2025-05-27 04:13 pm (UTC)She almost offers to loan him one of her shirts — she's a tall woman, and not exactly fine-boned, and she tends to buy her casual clothes a few sizes too big even now that she's done growing, just for comfort's sake — but then she gets distracted watching him contort himself back into the shirt he was wearing last night and the moment's gone.
Hearing a woman's name on his lips feels like she's had a bucket of water tossed over her. It occurs to her that she never actually asked him if he was single, she'd just assumed based on the way he looked at her and circled her like an orbiting moon that he didn't have anyone waiting for him at home. Obviously, ignorance can afford her a little bit of leeway, but Eddie's been fucked over by someone she thought cared about her before, and it made her feel like shit. The realization that she could have been party to that leaves a bad taste in her mouth, and manages to get her fully and completely awake in a way nothing else has so far.
Sitting upright, she pulls the sheet around herself and gives him a wary look as she twists her fingers in the cotton. ] Who's Jessie?
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Date: 2025-05-27 04:42 pm (UTC)[Tommy exhales.] I'm sorry, didn't mean to... I know we didn't really talk as much as - well, do other things, but. I'm not the type of guy to do somethin' like that. Vevermind having a side-piece, hell, I'm not much good at loving-and-leaving in general. I mean. I can, I'm not saying - I had a good time last night but listen, there're no strings here with me. No need to, you know, coyote-ugly or what have you. Or think I'll stalk you. I don't. Won't. Unless you had a good time too. Which is good. Not that if you did I'd stalk you.
[What the fuck are you saying, Tommy?]
I'm saying that it was a nice evening and we're adults and I... boy, I am really terrible at this. You have my number, so I'm just gonna - [Find some sand to hide his damn head in. Tommy jerks a thumb at the door and claps his hands to his thighs and pushes himself up into a stand.
And he makes it two steps before shaking his head with a Spanish curse muttered under his breath as he turns around to march back to the bed. Without stopping or asking, Tommy bends down and kisses Eddie. Not slow, but with intention, and then straightens.] There. Alright, that's all. [Now he'll find the sand. It'll help hide the flush creeping up from under his collar, if nothing else.]
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Date: 2025-05-27 04:57 pm (UTC)She's pretty sure that's not because she's still naked.
At some point during his word-vomiting, she starts smiling, some of the anxious little tendrils of uncertainty and nerves that had woken up inside her the moment he started getting dressed immediately smothered beneath an overwhelming sense of amusement and more than a little fondness. ]
Tommy...
[ She's trying to come up with something to say when he turns on his heel and stomps back towards her, bending down to press a firm kiss to her mouth like he's trying to shut her up instead of the other way around. She manages to get her arms to slide around him before he can pull away, twisting her legs beneath herself so she can kneel up on the bed so he doesn't have to stoop so far down, and presses herself up against him as she steals another laughing kiss. ]
Slow down, papi. [ Her hands slide down his back and over his ass so she can shamelessly grope him in an effort to get him to smile. ] I had a good time, too. Thank you.
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Date: 2025-05-27 09:09 pm (UTC)He doesn't generally waste words, she's right about that. But when he does? It's a sight to behold. Joel has, historically, been the major recipent of Tommy's bluster and usually it winds up with Big Brother covering his ass. It's gotten less frequent over the years; Eddie's just gettin' all the best sides of Tommy up front - shoddy Vet nerves, lightweight drug user, romantic moron - and that should freak him out, except she's holding onto his ass. So he does. Kiss her again.] Gettin' the full tour, chica, lucky you. Good catholic boys always come with a side of guilt. That a deal breaker?
[Not that they have a deal. Not that - this time - he says that shit out loud. Just uses both hands to gently sweep curls back from her upturned face.]
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Date: 2025-05-27 10:57 pm (UTC)She has a feeling pressing herself topless up against whoever is spiraling in front of her won't work in most situations, though.
She grins at him, the eyeliner and mascara she hadn't managed to wipe off last night smudged around her eyes, and goes so far as to wink, tucking her fingers into his back pockets since he hasn't made her let go of his ass yet. ] I love corrupting the innocent.
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