[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.
[On the contrary: had she said it out loud, Tommy would have assured Eddie that for most - especially men - pressing her topless self against whoever is spiraling would most definitely work.
He shakes his head, smiling despite himself. An avenging angel. Still cupping the side of her face, Tommy runs a thumb over a cheekbone and the constellation half-hidden there. Tries, and mostly fails, to not let his hips tilt with the motion of her fingers.] Yeah, well. Some would tell you I love being corrupted. But I do have to grab breakfast and try to pretend I wasn't being a papi before my brother comes sniffing around. You want powdered eggs? Or are you going back to sleep. [It's not really a question. Groping hands aside, Eddie's left an impression: she's not an early riser.]
[ The way his hips rock into her when she squeezes his ass has her grinning wickedly at him, debating whether or not she might be able to coax him into fooling around a little before he leaves, but she pushes that part of herself down when he brings up leaving again. ]
He gonna give you a hard time about staying out all night? [ She eyes the hickey just poking out of Tommy's collar, debating whether or not she should say something about it, then decides not to. He can discover it later, when he looks at himself in the mirror, or when his brother points it out to him. Eddie's never had a sibling to bust her balls about getting a leg over; Chrissy's too polite to say much of anything about Eddie's escapades and Stevie's usually just encouraging her, so she can't really guess how Joel will react when Tommy slinks home with her mouth stamped on his skin and his hair a mess around his face.
She chews her lip for a moment, considering going down to the continental breakfast with him because she actually likes him and realizes she'd like to spend more time with him even when they're sober, but then shakes her head. ] You made cold burgers sound so good. And I guess I should pack all my shit before we get on the road.
[He takes an exaggerated look around before coming back to her, the joke doesn't need to be said: might take a while. But Tommy does let himself lean back down and graze his lips over hers, would take too much to resist the impulse.] He's a hard-ass too. Y'all might get along.
[But Tommy is good at order, at doing what he thinks is right - and right now, that's still Joel, still their established time-table. He reaches for Eddie's wrists and works them gently up to slide her hands off of him.] Besides, I have a feeling we'll be crossing paths. We're touring with this big name you might have heard of.
[ She rolls her eyes at him, having heard his silent joke loud and clear, thanks, but then he's kissing her and telling her she'd get along with his brother, which — yeah, maybe — thoroughly distracts her.
Her hands being removed from his back pockets has her pouting. He's got a nice ass! Even the fact that he's wearing still-damp jeans isn't enough to make her not enjoy getting to grope it. It's very cruel of him to deny her like this. His attempt at flattery works, though, and she lets herself get distracted. So sue her, she's still thrilled and enchanted by the fact that she made it, that her escapist fantasy came true. She probably looks ridiculous this morning, her hair dried in a crazy tangle around her head, the last of her makeup smeared across her skin, naked as a jaybird (except for all the ink and metal studding her skin), blushing a pleased pink across the bridge of her nose like a schoolgirl. ]
Oh yeah? You hanging out with big rockstars now, Toto?
Yeah, Dida, something like that. [She's gorgeous, that's what Tommy's thinking. Eddie looks amazing all done up for the stage, and she looked amazing scrubbed and clean last night. But in the soft morning light, undone, disheveled - it's not a look a lot of people can pull off. Tommy's sure he sure as hell ain't. But Eddie does. He's thinking it doesn't matter much what state she's in, she's got presence.] But even so, still gotta job to do.
[He winks at her as he steps backward - has to, or he'll be stuck here all morning stretching her out again and relearning all the tattoos he missed the night before.] You got my number? [He can feel the stupid smile across his face. He can't stop it.]
[ 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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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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Date: 2025-05-28 01:12 am (UTC)He shakes his head, smiling despite himself. An avenging angel. Still cupping the side of her face, Tommy runs a thumb over a cheekbone and the constellation half-hidden there. Tries, and mostly fails, to not let his hips tilt with the motion of her fingers.] Yeah, well. Some would tell you I love being corrupted. But I do have to grab breakfast and try to pretend I wasn't being a papi before my brother comes sniffing around. You want powdered eggs? Or are you going back to sleep. [It's not really a question. Groping hands aside, Eddie's left an impression: she's not an early riser.]
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Date: 2025-05-28 01:38 am (UTC)He gonna give you a hard time about staying out all night? [ She eyes the hickey just poking out of Tommy's collar, debating whether or not she should say something about it, then decides not to. He can discover it later, when he looks at himself in the mirror, or when his brother points it out to him. Eddie's never had a sibling to bust her balls about getting a leg over; Chrissy's too polite to say much of anything about Eddie's escapades and Stevie's usually just encouraging her, so she can't really guess how Joel will react when Tommy slinks home with her mouth stamped on his skin and his hair a mess around his face.
She chews her lip for a moment, considering going down to the continental breakfast with him because she actually likes him and realizes she'd like to spend more time with him even when they're sober, but then shakes her head. ] You made cold burgers sound so good. And I guess I should pack all my shit before we get on the road.
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Date: 2025-05-28 01:45 am (UTC)[But Tommy is good at order, at doing what he thinks is right - and right now, that's still Joel, still their established time-table. He reaches for Eddie's wrists and works them gently up to slide her hands off of him.] Besides, I have a feeling we'll be crossing paths. We're touring with this big name you might have heard of.
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Date: 2025-05-28 02:01 am (UTC)Her hands being removed from his back pockets has her pouting. He's got a nice ass! Even the fact that he's wearing still-damp jeans isn't enough to make her not enjoy getting to grope it. It's very cruel of him to deny her like this. His attempt at flattery works, though, and she lets herself get distracted. So sue her, she's still thrilled and enchanted by the fact that she made it, that her escapist fantasy came true. She probably looks ridiculous this morning, her hair dried in a crazy tangle around her head, the last of her makeup smeared across her skin, naked as a jaybird (except for all the ink and metal studding her skin), blushing a pleased pink across the bridge of her nose like a schoolgirl. ]
Oh yeah? You hanging out with big rockstars now, Toto?
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Date: 2025-05-28 02:18 am (UTC)[He winks at her as he steps backward - has to, or he'll be stuck here all morning stretching her out again and relearning all the tattoos he missed the night before.] You got my number? [He can feel the stupid smile across his face. He can't stop it.]
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Date: 2025-05-28 02:34 am (UTC)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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Date: 2025-05-28 03:37 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2025-05-28 03:48 pm (UTC)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.