[ Steve tries to sound unimpressed. Almost like he might roll his eyes. It’s not eddie’s best work, but he’s not even all that invested in making fun of him for it, too interested in the languid, happy expression on Eddie’s face.
That’s what all this is for, really, and if that isn’t the sappiest thing Steve has ever thought, he doesn’t know what is. But it is the truth - that some anxious, worried, tightened part of Steve’s chest unfurls just because of the way Eddie watches him back. How easily his eyes fall shut, content, safe, happy.
Steve keeps watching him, stealing those few seconds to just let his eyes wander. It’s a weird feeling, knowing they’ve been this close, knowing that they’ve kind of been this kind of casually physical, but this somehow feels so different. Steve likes the feeling, the kind of content, proud, satisfied swell in his chest when Eddie’s eyes flutter open and meet his own. ]
I can get behind that. [ he says with a matching grin, letting Eddie lean up and kiss him that second time, testing the waters just a little before Eddie pulls away and mentions the whole carrying thing again, and Steve does roll his eyes at that.
There is a sigh, he puts up a good fight, but it doesn’t last very long. ]
Yeah, yeah. Pretty sure I was always carrying you out of here.
[ he steals a kiss, as if to prove his point, but then it’s his turn to lean back - catching Eddie’s eyes and doing his best to look at least kind of serious. ] But only if we get to make out in the back of the Pontiac. I have always wanted to make out in the back of a Pontiac. [ Steve doesn’t give Eddie a chance to answer, instead leaning in to kiss him again, the hand playing in Eddie’s hair moving to cup Eddie’s jaw, and cheek, and maybe even move behind his neck again. He doesn’t want to be pushy, so he’ll let Eddie dictate the speed and intensity here - but Steve isn’t really interested in stopping, either.
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[ Steve tries to sound unimpressed. Almost like he might roll his eyes. It’s not eddie’s best work, but he’s not even all that invested in making fun of him for it, too interested in the languid, happy expression on Eddie’s face.
That’s what all this is for, really, and if that isn’t the sappiest thing Steve has ever thought, he doesn’t know what is. But it is the truth - that some anxious, worried, tightened part of Steve’s chest unfurls just because of the way Eddie watches him back. How easily his eyes fall shut, content, safe, happy.
Steve keeps watching him, stealing those few seconds to just let his eyes wander. It’s a weird feeling, knowing they’ve been this close, knowing that they’ve kind of been this kind of casually physical, but this somehow feels so different. Steve likes the feeling, the kind of content, proud, satisfied swell in his chest when Eddie’s eyes flutter open and meet his own. ]
I can get behind that. [ he says with a matching grin, letting Eddie lean up and kiss him that second time, testing the waters just a little before Eddie pulls away and mentions the whole carrying thing again, and Steve does roll his eyes at that.
There is a sigh, he puts up a good fight, but it doesn’t last very long. ]
Yeah, yeah. Pretty sure I was always carrying you out of here.
[ he steals a kiss, as if to prove his point, but then it’s his turn to lean back - catching Eddie’s eyes and doing his best to look at least kind of serious. ] But only if we get to make out in the back of the Pontiac. I have always wanted to make out in the back of a Pontiac. [ Steve doesn’t give Eddie a chance to answer, instead leaning in to kiss him again, the hand playing in Eddie’s hair moving to cup Eddie’s jaw, and cheek, and maybe even move behind his neck again. He doesn’t want to be pushy, so he’ll let Eddie dictate the speed and intensity here - but Steve isn’t really interested in stopping, either.
They’re in no rush. ]