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It's rare that Eddie ever drives her own truck nowadays. Ever since Buck temporarily moved in during the not good, very bad summer of 2024 and never moved out, Eddie's passenger princess title became more or less permanent. As did Buck's presence in her house. It kind of just… happened. Chris came home to a half of Eddie's drawers being full of Buck's things, her favorite soy milk in the fridge and her customized firefighter salt and pepper containers in the middle of the kitchen table. The lease on the loft was ending soon and it made sense not to renew it, to cut costs by moving into the Diaz house that became home for her a long time ago anyway. Chris was happy about it, Eddie was– Well, beyond happy, honestly, especially because her and Buck had just gotten together and everything was still new and exhilarating, like the world had shifted slightly on its axis and made her life just that much better. A new relationship certainly wasn't an instant fix to all of Eddie's problems, no. But it wasn't just a relationship – it was Buck. It was waking up to Buck's long, messy hair in her face every day, smelling of her vanilla shampoo and Eddie's conditioner, because she can't be bothered to replace her own, it was Buck resting her hand on Eddie's hip for no reason at all, her palm warm, fingers hooked into the belt loop of her jeans. It was Buck trying out every nickname, from babe, sweetheart and honey to lovebug, pumpkin and buttercup, which Eddie resented but secretly kind of loved. It was knowing what Buck tasted like, how she kissed, how she fucked – it wasn't a cure for all, but it was still pretty damn great.
It still amazes Eddie sometimes. The fact that this is her normal now. That she gets to sleep next to Buck and pull her closer, hold her however she wants, kiss her any time of the day with the knowledge that their family knows and is happy for them. Even now, she's driving the truck with Buck's playlist blasting through the speakers – today it's a mellow, soft rock vibe, songs made by bands neither of them know by name, but tomorrow it's probably going to be high energy pop, and the day after that could be gay country, who knows – and she remembers, halfway through the ride, that she can put her hand on Buck's thigh, right where her pretty denim skirt ends, just because she wants to. Buck dressed up for today's date, even though it's just going to be the two of them in the middle of a field. Today's supposed to be a great night for stargazing and Chris is hanging out with his friends overnight at Penny's house because they have a group project due and the new episode of their show to discuss, so Eddie decided to take Buck out. There's a large blanket and some sandwiches in the backseat, along with some beer for Buck and club soda for Eddie. They have the truck radio and each other and that's all they really need. They'll go to a nice restaurant another day – today is a quiet night out. Which, again, didn't stop Buck from putting on her tight denim skirt and a pretty pink blouse for the occasion. She did her makeup, too – a pink lip gloss and some mascara, blush, Eddie thinks. Either that or she's been flushed for the past couple of minutes, ever since Eddie's hand landed on her thigh, her pinky hiking up her skirt. She's not wearing any tights since it's generally really warm and she'd rather steal Eddie's jacket to use as a makeshift cover than squeeze herself into some nylon. It's incredible how much she hates tights when every single shirt she owns is at least two sizes too small and straining on her broad shoulders and, well– Is it okay to say your girlfriend's boobs are big, as a lesbian? Eddie isn't sure. This is all still kind of– New. So is putting her hand on Buck's leg while driving, mostly because she never drives and Buck is the one who puts her hand on Eddie's thigh, then. Or throws her arm around her seat when reversing, which is completely unnecessary but too hot for Eddie to care.
"Stop thinking so hard." Buck breaks her out of her thoughts. When Eddie looks away from the road, just for a moment, she's twirling her dirty blonde hair in an unconscious fidget, corners of her pretty lips raised in a smile. "You'll hurt yourself."
Eddie scoffs, not unkindly, and turns her eyes back at the road. As much as she loves looking at Buck – would spend the rest of her life just watching her if given the chance – she doesn't want them to end up being rescued by another firehouse. Or, God forbid, the guys from B shift. They'd never hear the end of it.
"I was just thinking about how lucky I was to have you." She shrugs, feigning nonchalance, and is immediately rewarded with a light slap on her arm.
"Sap." Buck laughs and covers Eddie's hand with her own, weaving their fingers together. "And I'm sure that's not all you were thinking."
"I've no idea what you're talking about." Eddie shrugs, refusing to look back at her girlfriend because of a sinking feeling that, if she does, she'll never be able to tear her eyes away. She knows, even without being able to see, how beautiful Buck looks right now. It's like she's burned into her retinas – her eyes turning the most wonderful shade of blue, green and orange when the sun hits, her birthmark the same shade as her lips, creasing when she raises her eyebrow at Eddie's bullshit. The curve of her neck, so easily marked, just like the inside of her thighs, pale and soft under Eddie's fingers.
She inhales sharply, catching herself before her thoughts can wander further. She can feel her cheeks get awfully warm, though, and immediately knows that Buck's noticed when she starts slowly dragging Eddie's hand further up her skirt.
"Buck," She warns, but doesn't rip her hand away. Buck's thighs are hot to her touch, hotter the closer they get, practically burning when Buck shifts, hiking her skirt up, and their knuckles brush her underwear. It's the pretty, pink pair she only puts on for special occasions, which makes Eddie wonder just how Buck thought this night would go. She didn't think much of it in the morning when she saw Buck putting on the lacey set – sometimes, clothes make her feel more put together, even if she's the only one who knows they're on. Well, her and Eddie, and sometimes the crew at work because there's no shame left in the changing rooms or showers when you've worked together for as long as they have.
That's what Eddie meant when she said her thoughts wandered. Christ, it's a wonder she hasn't run them off the road yet.
"What do you think you're doing?" Eddie glances at Buck just to see her shrug her shoulders, feigning ignorance even though their hands are currently between her thighs.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Buck parrots her, leaning her head against the headrest and squinting at her with a cocky grin. Eddie looks back at the road, determined not to get them killed because she's too busy feeling up her girlfriend to keep both hands on the wheel.
"We're only five minutes away," Eddie says, even though she knows Buck isn't listening. Mostly because she's holding Eddie's hand to her pussy and rolling her hips in barely–there movements that probably aren't really doing anything for her, but God, the idea is. Eddie can feel it too, because the thought of alone of Buck being desperate enough to grind against her hand is making her fucking dizzy. She can't look at her, refuses to entertain the thought because if she does, she'll have to pull over and do something about it on the side of the road. There's a perfectly secluded spot just four minutes away, now, one that people don't really visit, one where she knows they won't be interrupted, allowing her to do whatever she wants to Buck, for as long as she wants. She just needs to last those four minutes.
"Eddie," Buck says, bordering on a whine, as she presses their hands to herself.
"Three minutes," Eddie promises, but doesn't take her hand away. She could – she probably should, but– "Baby, three minutes."
"But, Eddie…" Buck pouts, throwing her head back against the seat. "I need you."
"You can wait three minutes."
Worst three minutes of her life.
Okay, maybe not exactly. Worst three minutes in recent memory? Considering she's been living on cloud nine since getting together with Buck, that one makes sense.
It feels like an hour has passed by the time they pull into a side road and drive through a short stretch of the forest. She parks in the opening, far enough away from the trees not to worry about animals, overlooking a long stretch of grass. They're completely secluded.
The second she kills the engine, Buck is on her, unbuckling her seatbelt and pulling her close to crash their mouths together. Eddie can taste her lipstick and the blue Gatorade she drank earlier and it's a mercy her truck has the automatic e–brake because she can't think of anything besides Buck. Their hands somehow make their way out of Buck's skirt and Eddie uses the opportunity to grip her waist instead, huffing when the slippery fabric of her shirt gets in her way and sliding her hand beneath it to feel Buck's skin, the soft muscle and fat pooling above the waistband of her skirt. Buck's fingers weave themselves into her hair as she slides her tongue along Eddie's bottom lip, pulling gently to get her to come closer. Buck moans softly into her mouth when their tongues finally meet and it's all hot and heavy from then on because neither of them has ever learned restraint when it comes to the other. Buck kisses her like she's trying to eat her whole, swallow her up and keep her inside, like she's hungry. Not even hungry– Like she's starving.
But she's not going to be the one to get her fill today, no. Eddie doesn't even break the kiss when she clumsily climbs over the console – although she does accidentally nip her lip, drawing a wrecked gasp from Buck – and pulls on the lever beneath the seat, sending it back and effectively ripping Buck away from her. She gasps, shocked when the seat sends her back in a second, and laughs at Eddie's expression.
"I didn't think it was going to be this fast," She mumbles, cheeks flushing like crazy.
"We're probably on an incline or something." Buck beckons her closer, already missing her mouth on hers. "Come back to me."
Eddie shakes her head and only leans in for a quick peck, immediately getting back to her knees in the seat well. She pulls Buck closer by grabbing under her knees, to her undignified squeak, and spreads her legs apart.
"You know there's a song about this?" Buck says breathlessly and Eddie pauses, looking up at her with raised eyebrows, in the middle of reaching for Buck's panties. "The, uh, Chappell Roan one."
Eddie carefully pulls the fabric down, inhaling sharply when she actually sees the soft, pink lace with a wet patch in the center. Then, when she's pulling it one by one off of Buck's legs (with her help) she looks back up at her.
"You'll have to remind me."
Buck's whole face and neckline goes red, her ears being the worst, and she looks up at the car ceiling. "The one that goes knee deep in the passenger seat."
"Yeah, that checks out," Eddie admits, hiking up Buck's skirt to reveal her pretty pussy. She's obviously wet, like she always is, glistening in the low lighting. "How'd the rest go?"
Buck tilts her head, obviously aware that Eddie remembers and is playing dumb. "...and you're eating me out...?"
She sends Buck a sharp smile, wraps her arms around her legs from above, and leans in. She lets her breath ghost against Buck for just a moment, knowing it drives her crazy, and hums happily when Buck's fingers find their way into her hair.
"Eddie." Buck shifts in her seat, trying to close the gap. "Please?"
She's never been very good at refusing Buck. Especially When she looks at her like this, lip swollen and red and her eyes pleading.
So she gets to work. She nuzzles into Buck's pussy, inhaling the heady scent and licking over her hole, eliciting a quiet gasp. Her clit is swollen and red, right there for the taking, and, fuck, Buck moans so prettily when Eddie wraps her lips around it. It's big enough to suck on – not too hard, it's not supposed to be painful – Eddie humming around it when Buck pulls on her hair hard enough to sting. She's always loud when Eddie eats her out and today is no different. Her soft gasps and please, please, Eddie, echo in the quiet of the car, her voice trembling, just like her thighs as they fruitlessly try to close around Eddie's head, held back by her firm hold. Her sneakers dig into Eddie's back and her hands pull on her hair as she undoes Buck with her mouth alone. And Eddie knows she's good – she's had practice – but, God, Buck's reactions do it for her. She's soaking wet, running down Eddie's chin, pooling on the seat and the wet sounds she makes go right to Eddie's gut.
"Fuck– Fuck, oh my God, Eddie–" Buck tries to muffle her moan by biting her lip and fails, her head thrown back to expose the long column of her throat. Eddie looks up, sucking on Buck's clit just a fraction too hard, just enough to jolt her and make her pay attention again, and enjoys watching Buck's face when their eyes meet and she visibly melts. The sight of Eddie between her legs, mouth and cheeks and practically the whole bottom part of her face glistening with her own cum and Eddie's spit, makes her go boneless, limbs barely cooperating. "I love it when you eat me out, fuck," She slurs a little, scrunching her eyebrows and opening her mouth in a breathless gasp when Eddie dips her tongue into her hot pussy and fucks her, her nose rubbing against her clit. "F–fuck, Eddie–"
So she trails back to Buck's swollen clit, alternating between lapping her tongue around it and sucking, drinking up the greedy little sounds Buck makes and ignoring the way her jaw starts to ache. The only thing that matters is Buck, the way her fingers curl into Eddie's hair with pleasure, the shakiness in her thighs and the flexing of her stomach that tells Eddie she's going to come soon. She doubles down on her efforts, watching Buck's eyebrows furrow through her eyelashes.
"Eddie, I'm going to– God, don't stop, please– Eddie–"
She comes with Eddie's name on her lips, her whole body tensing up as she works Buck through it. Her thighs would've crushed Eddie's head if not for her arms wrapped around them and she shakes and shakes, completely silent and choked up, until the aftershocks turn into overstimulation and Eddie presses her tongue flat against her clit, grounding her until they pass. Finally, Buck relaxes back into the seat, her legs only held up by Eddie and her fingers slowly unclenching where they're still pulling at her poor hair.
"Good?" Eddie asks and swallows the remainders of cum and spit still pooling in her mouth. She presses a soft kiss against the inside of Buck's thigh, right where her skin is the softest, and grabs some wet tissues from the door nook to clean her off. Buck watches her do it with a dazed expression, only hissing slightly when she cleans around her clit, and only remembers the question when Eddie throws the tissue into the footwell to put it in the trash later and stares at her expectantly.
"I'm good. Obviously," She rolls her eyes and beckons Eddie closer, too tired to move. "Perfect, as always."
"You sure?"
"What, you want notes?" A tilt of her head and then a sharp smile. "Or is there a praise kink you're not telling me about?"
It's Eddie's turn to flush cherry red. She can feel her cheeks burning as she settles in Buck's lap, her skirt pushed down more or less in place.
"No praise kink."
"I'm sure." Buck's hands settle on her waist, immediately finding their way under her tank top and softly kneading her skin. "I wish I'd brought the strap."
Eddie definitely shares the sentiment.
"Don't worry about it." She waves her hand because if she thinks too hard about Buck with her strap and harness on, the custom made one Eddie never in a hundred years would have considered buying – at least until she saw how pretty the light blue leather looked wrapped around Buck's pale skin – she'll probably explode.
"I hope you're not implying that I'm not going to fuck you right now, strap or no strap." Buck's hands smooth further up Eddie's sides, up to her sports bra, and sneak underneath it, surprisingly cold against her hot skin. "You can take whatever you want. You always can."
Eddie raises a confused eyebrow, steeling her face when Buck cups her breast and lazily strokes her thumb against her nipple.
"I want you to ride my thigh," Buck explains. Her tongue flicks out to wet her lips and Eddie stares, barely processing her words. Why is sex easier when it's a whole– Thing? With the strap and the ritual and– She's overthinking this. "I told you to stop thinking so much." Buck sighs and grabs her by the waist, ignoring her surprised gasp when she literally picks her up and sits her back down so that Eddie's knees sit on either side of her thigh.
"I thought you were tired." Eddie braces herself against the seat, swallowing heavily when Buck pushes her hips down. Her thigh may be bare, but Eddie's wearing jeans and her underwear is soaked through, doing nothing to soften the rough fabric. The friction makes her shiver.
"I'm never tired enough to stop throwing you around."
Which is a lie, because when Buck is really tired, exhausted after a long shift kind of tired, the first thing she does when they get home is drag Eddie into bed and curl up next to her, covering them head to toe under the duvet, and mold herself as close as humanly possible to her girlfriend. She'll push her cold feet between Eddie's calves, stick one knee in-between her thighs and one digging into her side and she'll wrap her hand Eddie's waist and hide her face in the crook of her neck. There's nothing she loves more than being held and loved, taken care of for once in her life, and there's nothing Eddie loves more (besides Christopher) than being the one who gets to pull her even closer and press her cheek against Buck's wild hair before they fall asleep.
"You keep thinking," Buck says, her gaze searching Eddie's. "What's going on in that big head of yours?"
"Look who's talking," Eddie fires back before wrapping her hands around Buck's neck. She takes care not to pull on her hair – at least not accidentally – and leans in for a quick kiss.
"You love my big head."
Eddie can't help but laugh right into Buck's mouth.
"You said it."
"Less talking, more riding, cowboy."
Eddie raises her eyebrow at the nickname, but listens, grinding down experimentally. The angle is awkward because they're in the passenger seat of her truck and there really isn't enough space for what they're doing, but they somehow make it work. Buck raises her leg to meet the short thrusts of Eddie's hips and helps guide her with her fingers hooked into her belt loops. But when they find that rhythm, that special angle where Eddie's jeans rub against her just right, her clit sensitive and wanting, God.
"God," She whispers, hands tightening in Buck's hair. "Fuck, oh my God."
"That's not my name," Buck teases, pulling her down with more force and eliciting a surprised gasp. All Eddie does is crack one eye open and hope her expression tells Buck exactly what she thinks of being teased at this moment. Except Buck looks so pretty, her lip bitten raw and hair a mess, wild curls falling down her face, and she looks at Eddie like she's something special, and– Eddie can't really stop herself from leaning down and pulling her close so that they meet in the middle for a bruising kiss. It's hot and wet and Buck drinks up her desperate little whines like she's hungry for them, tongue finding its way into Eddie's mouth. She's still riding her thigh, still getting off on the friction alone and she can't focus enough to make this kiss perfect, except Buck doesn't seem to mind the fact that it's messy and wet and disorganized. In fact, she seems to enjoy it, even when Eddie's brain short–circuits and all she can do is moan helplessly into Buck's mouth, a string of spit connecting their lips. She's riding her fast, now, hips twitching back and forth and she feels sorry for the way her jeans must feel against Buck's poor thigh.
"C'mon, Eddie," Buck pants like she's the one getting fucked, her voice rough and quiet. "Get yourself off for me. On me."
"Buck–" Her voice breaks because the rising arousal in her stomach is getting unbearable and Buck's right there, big blue eyes drinking her up, looking as beautiful as the day they met. "Buck, fuck, I'm going to–"
Eddie presses her forehead against Buck's, her body barely responsive by the time she comes with a series of choked up gasps. The feeling washes over her body in waves, her hips twitching in time to Buck's gentle petting at her waist. She practically falls apart in her arms, needing to be scooped up into a more comfortable position because her legs refuse to cooperate.
"You're okay. You did great for me," Buck whispers into her cheek and, fuck, maybe she was right about the praise kink.
"I'm fine. I'm good," Eddie's quick to say, even though she sounds at least a little bit drunk even to her own ears. "I just need a minute."
"Give yourself five." She presses a kiss to her temple, shifting in her seat until she has Eddie curled up into her with her feet on the driver's seat. "It's gotten dark enough to watch the stars. Your timing's great."
Eddie snorts quietly, looking up at Buck from where she's resting her head on her chest. "Totally according to the plan."
"Yup." Buck pops her p. "Y'know I love you, right?"
A warm feeling blooms in Eddie's chest despite it being the hundredth time Buck's said those words. She presses a kiss to Buck's neck, intimately aware that she's the length of twelve kisses away from her lips.
"I know. I love you too."
The smile Buck gives her shines brighter than any of the stars they'll see that night.