[ he does see the flicker of anxiety, knows that for a breath, not even a full moment, eddie's entire heart will be in his throat. but he just has to press through that moment, he just has to make it, and then-
part of steve wishes he could have been more patient, that maybe he could have seen more of eddie's reaction. more of that small, precious moment where eddie realized what steve was going to do before he did it. but at the same time, he knows he can't really wait any longer. eddie's answer is pretty instantaneous, and that's all that steve is really waiting for. the jolt is expected, steve very nearly was prepared to be punched, but then they're kissing, they're actually kissing, and part of steve feels like this might be the only right thing he's done in weeks. months, maybe. more than that? who even knows, who even knows.
he wishes he could follow eddie's hands, wants to know what eddie reaches for when he's not really thinking about it, but steve loses himself in the kiss, too. more than he expects, more than he even realizes, until eddie is pulling away from the kiss to breathe. until steve realizes how much he needs to breathe. eddie's hands are- were? still are?- curled in eddie's hair and its good, god it's good.
holy shit eddie says, softly, eyes wide, and steve can't help but smile. somewhat sheepish, somewhat guiltily, somewhat nervous as to what eddie's reaction is going to be. the voice in the back of his head tells him he shouldn't be, he doesn't have to be, and as eddie clutches at his chest and swoons, steve laughs. ]
You're such a nerd.
[ he says, but he's laughing, too, and after a moment he leans over where eddie's lying out in the grass. leans over eddie, with one hand propped next to eddie's ear, and just kind of smiles. the hand he's not using to pop himself up reaches over and curls around one lock of eddie's brown hair, something he's kind of belatedly realizing he's thought about before. probably a few times before. and now he's... allowed? or at least, allows himself to. ]
What about a second?
[ he hopes clarisse can feel this, and is screaming - off in some other universe - about how right she's been. steve will let her have that, he thinks. he's feeling pretty on top of the world right now, so he thinks he can give her at least that. ]
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part of steve wishes he could have been more patient, that maybe he could have seen more of eddie's reaction. more of that small, precious moment where eddie realized what steve was going to do before he did it. but at the same time, he knows he can't really wait any longer. eddie's answer is pretty instantaneous, and that's all that steve is really waiting for. the jolt is expected, steve very nearly was prepared to be punched, but then they're kissing, they're actually kissing, and part of steve feels like this might be the only right thing he's done in weeks. months, maybe. more than that? who even knows, who even knows.
he wishes he could follow eddie's hands, wants to know what eddie reaches for when he's not really thinking about it, but steve loses himself in the kiss, too. more than he expects, more than he even realizes, until eddie is pulling away from the kiss to breathe. until steve realizes how much he needs to breathe. eddie's hands are- were? still are?- curled in eddie's hair and its good, god it's good.
holy shit eddie says, softly, eyes wide, and steve can't help but smile. somewhat sheepish, somewhat guiltily, somewhat nervous as to what eddie's reaction is going to be. the voice in the back of his head tells him he shouldn't be, he doesn't have to be, and as eddie clutches at his chest and swoons, steve laughs. ]
You're such a nerd.
[ he says, but he's laughing, too, and after a moment he leans over where eddie's lying out in the grass. leans over eddie, with one hand propped next to eddie's ear, and just kind of smiles. the hand he's not using to pop himself up reaches over and curls around one lock of eddie's brown hair, something he's kind of belatedly realizing he's thought about before. probably a few times before. and now he's... allowed? or at least, allows himself to. ]
What about a second?
[ he hopes clarisse can feel this, and is screaming - off in some other universe - about how right she's been. steve will let her have that, he thinks. he's feeling pretty on top of the world right now, so he thinks he can give her at least that. ]