“eddie,” you said, pushing his head out from your neck. “we’re in public.”
“babe.” he pouted, grabbing onto the belt loops in your jeans and hoisting you on his lap. “we’re in a trailer park, that’s hardly bein’ in public.”
“wayne can probably see us from your living room window,” you said, pushing his chest but still not moving from his lap.
“tell me to stop then.” he smiled and pulled you in by your waist, flushing your chest to his own.
“baby, i don’t know what your angle is here, but you’re not fucking me on a dirty picnic table.”
“still not sayin’ stop.” he started massaging your jean-clad thighs. “i think you’re into this.”
you didn’t say anything, just continued looking at him while his hands scattered all along your waist and legs.
“you’ve got pretty eyes, eds.” you said, cupping his cheeks in your hands. “they’re like kaleidoscopes.”
“they’re just brown.” he replied moving his hands up to the top of your waist. “yours are prettier.”
you laughed. “mine are the same color.”
“so you’re really just complimenting yourself?”
“no.” you said. “we’re just both pretty.”
his hands began gripping your wasting and moving you back and forth over his lap. despite the two layers of jeans between you, you couldn’t help but let out a soft whine.
“not so worried about making a scene now, huh?” he laughed.
“shut up,” you said, eyes closed while your arms were now wrapped around his neck. “you’re still not fucking me on this picnic table.”
“we can do whatever you want, baby.” he said, fully expecting you to pull him back into his trailer and into his messy bedroom.
instead, you let out a (sadistic) giggle and pulled him up on his feet. confused, he let you guide his hands back around your waist and propped your own on his shoulders.
you started swaying back and forth, and eventually eddie took the hint and started repeating your motions with you.
“if you wanna dance we can go inside and put on a record-”
“no.” you said. “i wanna dance outside with you.”
he left it at that and continued silently dancing with you. the only noise was both the sounds of your quiet breaths and the buzzing of cicadas. at one point your head fell on his shoulders and the evening dusk faded into the night sky.
“love you, eddie.” you said.
“love you too, baby.” he repeated, kissing the top of your head. “more than you’ll ever know.”
“yeah?” you asked.
“yeah.” he said. “the day we met was the best day of my fuckin’ life. still can’t believe you let me have you.”
“shut up.” you mumbled into his chest. “i didn’t let you have anything. i was always yours.”
you could feel his teeth on your scalp from his grin. he planted another chaste kiss on your forehead before continuing to sway with you.
→ I feel like Eddie doesn’t have perfect and impenetrable confidence. (though it may seem like he does) he just likes to pretend that he does.
→ i can see him being loyal n committed to you, i most definitely don’t see him as a fuckboy or a player.
→ he may not have the biggest external reaction, but if he seesanother guy talking to you he’ll def tense up and his mind will start racing.
→“what if she thinks he’s attractive? why hasn’t she walked away yet? does she think of other people? what if i’m not good enough for her?”
→ he’d constantly ask himself those questions and simply over think.
→ But if things start to get out of hand he won’t hesitate to call that person out
→ “why the fuck are you staring at my girlfriend?”
→the poor guy would shit himself on the spot
→ Nah but especially if they get too close to you. like maybe touch your shoulder or any body part. That would send him over the edge
→ I don’t think he’s the type to use violence in these situations, he’d simply confront the other guy by yelling at him.
→ if he notices guys staring at the two of you’d he’d be extra touchy
→ like extra extra
→ He’d wrap his arm around your waist and whisper dirty nothings into your ear while staring at the person dead in the eyes.
→ or maybe just rest his hand on your ass while giving the others dirty ass looks.
→ But for real, he’s somewhat confident in his strength of course, but he wonders of if he’s able to depend on someone else in such an intimate manner of if he’s just strong or if his personality and heart is enough….. he mulls over it more than you realize.
