[ At the sound of his name, Eddieās gaze flicks immediately back to Steveās face, eyes wide with anxiety. He opens his mouth to speak again. To soothe his nerves with a bit of pointless rambling, to drown out the pounding of his heart, to apologize, maybe, for somehow totally misreading this whole thingā
Youāre not off base.
Oh.
I literally took you on a date, dude.
Oh.
Itās what Eddie suspected, sure, but itās entirely different to hear it from Steveās mouth. Eddieās racing mind could easily have written it all off as delusional or wishful thinking, but nowāSteveās just made it into something concete and real.
Anyway, right now? I really want to kiss you.
Eddie doesnāt get an opportunity to respond, and thatās probably for the best. His thoughts are sent into a wild flurry, and his voice catches in his throat once more, and itās not as if heād be able form any known English words if he tried.
Wait. What? Yes. What? Yes. Goddamn, yesā
He thinks he manages a nod, or at least gives some sign to let Steve know that itās okay because it is, but Eddie is a live wire. His mind buzzes and his heart races and he nearly jolts away out of sheer panic because this is all happening so fast, andā
Theyāve been on the precipice of this for awhile; the better part of a year, at least, both of them too afraid or too stubborn to take the leap. But as the space between them closes, all the pieces fall neatly into place. Eddieās uncertainty and hesitation dissipate. Because he wants this as well, has wanted this, but the fear of destroying something important and sacred was holding him back. But this? This is justā¦right. It feels right, and itās real. Itās not some memory or a technicality brought about by the Singularity, itās the real deal.
Steveās hand is warm on the back of his neck, and itās just enough to still some of Eddieās restlessness. Not all of it. His hands struggle to follow suit. They curl into the fabric of Steveās jacket at first, but eventually loosen and drift upward. His fingers skate across his neck and jaw and then slide through his hair, and Eddie thinks that messing up Steve Harringtonās perfect hair may have been at the top of his bucket list this entire time. His heart is flutteringāgoddamn flutteringāin his chest, and all of this is a thrill heās never felt from anything but an incredible song, and he knows that this is one he wants to hear again and again.
(Clarisse is absolutely living for this moment somewhere. Wherever she is, sheās bound to have felt a massive disruption in the force.)
Eventually, unfortunately, he has to pull away. He doesnāt want to. Heād live in this single moment for an entire lifetime if he could, but he needs to breathe, needs to process this for just a moment. ]
Holy shitā¦
[ He mumbles softly, eyes wide. Then, ever the jester, he clutches his chest and faux-swoons, falling backwards into the grass with a soft thud. He lays there, eyes unblinking and heart still pounding in his chest. Theyāre his usual theatrics, sure, but tinged with a hint of truth. He might have some worries later, some āwhat-ifās and āwhat aboutās, but for now, he thinks he could probably die a second death right here and now and heād be happy. ]
Yeah, you can just leave me here. Nothing is ever gonna top a kiss from Steve goddamn Harrington.
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Youāre not off base.
Oh.
I literally took you on a date, dude.
Oh.
Itās what Eddie suspected, sure, but itās entirely different to hear it from Steveās mouth. Eddieās racing mind could easily have written it all off as delusional or wishful thinking, but nowāSteveās just made it into something concete and real.
Anyway, right now? I really want to kiss you.
Eddie doesnāt get an opportunity to respond, and thatās probably for the best. His thoughts are sent into a wild flurry, and his voice catches in his throat once more, and itās not as if heād be able form any known English words if he tried.
Wait. What? Yes. What? Yes. Goddamn, yesā
He thinks he manages a nod, or at least gives some sign to let Steve know that itās okay because it is, but Eddie is a live wire. His mind buzzes and his heart races and he nearly jolts away out of sheer panic because this is all happening so fast, andā
Theyāve been on the precipice of this for awhile; the better part of a year, at least, both of them too afraid or too stubborn to take the leap. But as the space between them closes, all the pieces fall neatly into place. Eddieās uncertainty and hesitation dissipate. Because he wants this as well, has wanted this, but the fear of destroying something important and sacred was holding him back. But this? This is justā¦right. It feels right, and itās real. Itās not some memory or a technicality brought about by the Singularity, itās the real deal.
Steveās hand is warm on the back of his neck, and itās just enough to still some of Eddieās restlessness. Not all of it. His hands struggle to follow suit. They curl into the fabric of Steveās jacket at first, but eventually loosen and drift upward. His fingers skate across his neck and jaw and then slide through his hair, and Eddie thinks that messing up Steve Harringtonās perfect hair may have been at the top of his bucket list this entire time. His heart is flutteringāgoddamn flutteringāin his chest, and all of this is a thrill heās never felt from anything but an incredible song, and he knows that this is one he wants to hear again and again.
(Clarisse is absolutely living for this moment somewhere. Wherever she is, sheās bound to have felt a massive disruption in the force.)
Eventually, unfortunately, he has to pull away. He doesnāt want to. Heād live in this single moment for an entire lifetime if he could, but he needs to breathe, needs to process this for just a moment. ]
Holy shitā¦
[ He mumbles softly, eyes wide. Then, ever the jester, he clutches his chest and faux-swoons, falling backwards into the grass with a soft thud. He lays there, eyes unblinking and heart still pounding in his chest. Theyāre his usual theatrics, sure, but tinged with a hint of truth. He might have some worries later, some āwhat-ifās and āwhat aboutās, but for now, he thinks he could probably die a second death right here and now and heād be happy. ]
Yeah, you can just leave me here. Nothing is ever gonna top a kiss from Steve goddamn Harrington.