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‘He’s cute’
He’d been installed just a few days before her after the old breaker box had finally given out before remodeling took place. She’s lucky: she missed most of the construction by the time she’d been brought onto the scene. Wallace had his final coat still fresh when he and the others had introduced themselves. Celia was still introducing herself to the others, still taking a head count of all the ‘core objects’ and shaking construction dust off her sleeves.
Eddie was a flash of cool water in the crowd, if Winnifred had anything to say about it.
Bright eyes, short stubble. Touseled hair that sparked at the ends when he laughed. Quiet, sure, but he had a little cutting sarcastic streak under it that came out on occasion. Far too many objects prided themselves on being ‘brutally honest’ when really they just liked the ‘brutal’ part. Eddie was just… honest. Honest in the same way that sipping whiskey on the rocks made you face whether or not you truly liked it at all. He’d introduced himself to her like he had every other object on arrival; warm, casual, and with a firm shake of their hands.
Celia had flinched at his initial proposal of reopening the breaker box. Scoffed at his list of repairs and renovations that he was so sure he could do by himself.
‘Doesn’t seem to mind the idea now,’ Winnifred muses as she idly watches Eddie pour Celia’s usual chardonnay. He’s grinning, as always, and the Mayor only laughs and gives a ‘cheers’ with her drink before returning to her table with Florence. Eddie’s still smiling when he puts the bottle away before going back to polishing glasses.
His hands are calloused already.
He’s been hard at work: rebuilding the breaker box, running it, supplying everyone’s drinks and letting entertainment come and go. It makes sense, even if he’s still relatively new. But it doesn’t seem to weigh him down. If anything, he looks right when he’s a bit roughed up after a hard night's work.
Eddie’s like her. One of what Winnifred privately thinks may be the last of their kind: something built to last.
“Eddie?” Winnie calls softly. She never needs to yell for him, even in a crowd, and she’s the only one left at the bartop at this hour anyways.
Eddie looks up. Another smile is already on his lips as he wanders over.
“Another amaretto?” he asks as he settles his arms on his side of the bar. “-or is this just a ploy to steal more cherries?”
“Stealing implies you aren’t willingly giving them to me.” Winnie reaches for the last cherry on the bar napkin. Pops it in her mouth and gives him a smile as she rolls it across her tongue. It’s sweet -just like him, though she only told him so once, and he cut her off for the rest of the night- and she can’t help but lick the last bead of juice off the stem.
She doesn’t miss the way Eddie’s eyes follow her tongue.
“Maybe I just like somethin’ a lil’ sweet every now and then.” She flashes a grin. “Is that a crime, sugar?”
Eddie clears his throat, glancing away. “Right.” He eventually manages. “So…?”
“How about another amaretto, and I’ll think about letting you keep your cherries.”
Eddie scoffs with a smile, turning away from the bar.
“As if you’d ever let me off the hook that easily.”
‘Yeah,’ She thinks as she watches him reach for the liquor, cheeks still flushed. ‘-he’s damn cute’
“How’s the night been?” She asks.
“Oh, nothing crazy.” Eddie gives a mock-sigh as he loads the shaker. “Just the usual.”
“Oh, really?”
Eddie flashes a grin as he locks the shakers together.
For someone who’s loath to leave the bar for the dance floor, this is a dance he’s always happy to do with her.
“Well… Florence did tell me something about the situation with Dolly and Dante, but…”
Something about Eddie like this is enchanting.
He’s just so… smooth with it. He’s talking to her, sure, but also so much more. He’s checking on the dining room with a sweep of his eyes every few moments. He’s shaking her drink in one hand and prepping the glass, ice, and strainer with the other. He waves someone goodbye without breaking conversation or disrupting the way he preps her drink. His hands toss the shaker in the air with an added flair and he catches it deftly with one hand. Fingers grip to chilled metal as he grips the top shaker to pull them apart.
His forearms flex. The muscles of his hands stand out along with the soft veins along his forearms before he pops the shakers free. He holds the strainer up to the shaker with two spread fingers as he pours her drink.
Winnie never quite manages to remember much of their gossip sessions when he serves her with rolled up sleeves.
“Damn,” she says anyways when Eddie pauses speaking.
“Don’t I know it.” Eddie sighs. He gives her a mischievous as he fishes out a straw for her. “But you didn’t hear it from me.”
“Never.”
Eddie laughs. The tips of his hair spark off in soft little bursts around his face, lighting him up in their glow.
He’s so beautiful. So beautiful that she can’t quite help herself as she licks the straw across her tongue just to watch him blush.
‘Time to make you mine for the night, sweet boy’
“You think this is the night they finally leave together?” Winnie nods towards the booth with Florence and Celia. “They’ve been dancing around each other for weeks.”
“And I’ll bet they’ll dance some more.” Eddie sighs with a shake of his head. “Celia’s too serious to take the leap.”
“You think Florence doesn’t have it in her to ask?”
“I know she doesn’t.” Eddie scoffs. He gives Winnie a knowing little smile. “Trust me, those two will be skirting around each other until the next remodel.”
‘Now there’s the opening I’ve been looking for…’
“I hope you’re wrong, sugar.” Winnie drawls as she toys with the rim of her drink. “I hope someone in this bar gets some action soon, even if it isn’t me.”
“Oh yeah?” Eddie’s brow quirks up.
‘Bingo’
“Mm,” Winnie sighs, low and long. She shifts her arms on the bar so she can toy with a cherry stem. “Waters been running a lil tepid for me, sugar.” She gives him a lil wink. “-even if I know a thing or two on how to keep things hot.”
Eddie’s lingering blush goes even hotter. He coughs, looking away. His hands twist against the glass in his hands like he isn’t quite sure what to do with them. It’s so endearing how nervous he gets like this.
“Shame to hear it.” Eddie finally lands after a moment. “Nobody’s caught your eye?”
“Oh they have,” she drawls. “I’ve had my eyes wander over them quite a bit. Trouble is sugar, I have a hard time reading them. Can’t quite tell if they’re really interested.”
A white lie. One that spikes her gauge a bit as it drops from her lips. She knows Eddie’s interested. It's clearer than River running through the tap. And yet…
“Then they’re an idiot.” Eddie says plainly.
Flat. Direct. Intriguing, given the circumstances.
Winnie sits back a bit in her chair. Eyes him up and down, and his face doesn’t change. Still looking at the glass he’s polishing, still serious.
“Really?” Winnie leans forward. “How so, sugar?”
“You… you’re beautiful.” Eddie mumbles with a breath. A dulcet sound made sweeter by the flush of his cheeks as he stares down at the pristine cup in his hands. “You’re kind, friendly, you have a good head on your shoulders. I… you could have anyone you wanted. Anybody here would be floored to be asked for a dance with you, let alone… uh, other… stuff.”
A dry witted sarcastic man, reduced to mumbled praise and flushed cheeks. Just at the thought of dancing with her.
It makes her feel downright dangerous.
Winnie hums, sipping her drink.
“That so?”
“Course,” Eddie almost laughs, as though he’s offended she’s asking. “They’d be an idiot to say no.”
“Mm,” she hums. Winnifred sets her drink down. “You’re very sweet, sugar.”
Oh, the blush on his cheeks comes back full force. He’s so easy to fluster. It makes her damn near giddy.
“I- whatever,” he mutters. Rubs the back of his neck with one of his hands as he sets the rocks glass down, and oh, Winnie could just eat him up. “You want another amaretto? Or… more cherries or…something?”
“I know what I want, Eddie.”
“Yeah?” He asks as he busies himself with rearranging shot glasses on the bar mat. “What do you want?”
‘I want you spread out in your own bed while I ride you until you cry’
“You said it yourself that I could have anyone here that I wanted,” she gives him a very obvious once over. “-that include you, sugar?”
*bzzzt*
Eddie’s hair crackles at the ends in blue and white flashes. His hand fumbles with a shot glass. The sound of it dropping into the others is loud, sharp. Enough that the few objects left in the bar look over as Eddie tries and fails to stop the rest from knocking over.
“Shit-” Eddie stutters. His face is as red as the cherries he gave her earlier.
‘Oh, sweet boy, the things I’m going to do to you…’
Eddie’s hands stumble to restore order to the glasses. His hair sparks a bit again as he steals little glances. Winnie has to bite her lip to try to hide her smile.
It doesn’t quite work.
“I uh. Well. Uh…”
Winnie can’t help it. A little giggle slips out as she toys with the cherry stems on her napkin.
“Yes, sugar?” Winnie leans a bit more over the bar. She doesn’t miss the way Eddie’s eyes flicker down to her chest before away again. Sweet boy; trying so hard to be polite. Pity that she wants him desperate instead.
“It’s more than alright to look, sugar.” She purrs. Hardly anyone is still in the bar, but she keeps it low. If only to watch the way he leans in closer to hear her. “I dress up for myself, but I know I look good enough to catch a few eyes. And right now…”
She dares to reach out to his hand on the edge of his side of the bar. Traces one fingertip up the length of his first finger before trailing down his thumb with the slightest bit of her nail.
“...I think I’d like your eyes on me all night.”
Eddie’s hair sparks off at the ends again. The light halos the darkening flush across Eddie’s face. Oh, poor baby; he’s so red. His wide eyes blink owlishly at her. He looks her over as his lips twitch like he’s trying to form words, trying to think of what to say-
-and then suddenly, his face falls blank.
Eddie’s expression closes so suddenly that Winnie can practically hear the slam of a door as he looks away. He sets the cup down, but doesn’t let go of it. The blush is still high on his cheeks, but his tone is flat when he finally speaks.
“I… don’t think I’m for you.”
That's… unexpected. Rejection is a sharp twinge in her chest and a mild flush across her cheeks. One she’ll get over easy enough under normal circumstances. But this isn’t normal.
“Well now, that’s alright if you don’t want that, sugar,” Winnie says carefully. “-but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a bit confused.” All these weeks of flirting with him and getting it right back, and now that she makes the next step, he’s closed up like a clam. Had she truly read him so wrong? Was this not…?
“It’s um. Complicated.” Eddie waves a hand. “It’s not about you. I mean, it is, but it’s not. You know.” He swallows.
She doesn’t know, actually. His words don’t clarify a thing. Not about her, but it is?
“Didn’t seem very complicated when you were looking down my shirt, sweetness.”
He blushes so red it reaches the points of his ears. He looks away and refuses to meet her eyes. He’s uncomfortable; she made him uncomfortable.
Shame hits her like a rush of freezing water through winterized pipes.
“I’m sorry sugar.” Winnie apologizes. “I don’t mean it like that. You are not under any obligation to answer to me, or do anything at all with me. I don’t mean to make you feel like you do. I just-”
“I’ve never had that with anyone before.”
It comes out of him so quickly that it hits Winnie like whiplash.
She blinks.
Eddie won’t look at her. His jaw is tight. Like he’s afraid more words will escape if he doesn’t bite them between his teeth. His hands wring the towel and the glass within them with white knuckles.
“Sweetness?”
“I haven’t…” he waves his hand. “It’s… I…”
‘He’s never done this before’
It hits like a headrush.
Shock, awe, heat. Her gage shudders as she takes a second to settle with his words. He’s never-
“Really?”
She hadn’t heard anything floating in the rumor mill about him finding comfort in any of the others -small house, only so many of them around so far- but still.
“Don’t have to be so loud about it.” Eddie mumbles.
“Not even on the assembly line?” Winnie leans forward, examining his face. “Not even in transit here?” Surely he’s pulling her pipes. Eddie may be quiet, quippy, a lil prickly when he’s tired. But he’s handsome. Handsome, sweet, attentive…
‘Good with his hands, I’m sure’
She figured any other object would jump at him. Had jumped him. Even before he made it to the house. How many other objects had their chance? How many objects saw his pretty face and his strong shoulders and sweet little grin?
How could none of them want him?
“I…” he huffs. Swallows. Grabs the rag over his shoulder and wipes away specs of mixer she’s sure don’t exist off the bar. He mumbles something low that she just barely catches.
“...wanted to wait ‘til I got here…”
Oh if before gave her a headrush, this is pure heat. He waited? All those other objects who must have wanted him so badly, all that time shipping in transit with dozens of others probably begging for a ride. How many of them hoped they would arrive with him? Stay here? Have a chance at having him?
“You and I got here within a week of each other,” she muses softly. “-and it’s been, what, about-”
“I know.” Eddie cuts her off curtly. “Look, I don’t know what-”
“Let me speak, sugar.” Winnie fixes him with a look. Eddie’s jaw clicks shut. He looks away.
“Sorry.” he mumbles.
“That’s alright, sugar. I’m pushing your buttons.” She’d much rather be flipping the breakers on his vest, among other things. “What I meant was… well. We’ve been here long enough for you to have found someone here. Everybody knows you, everybody likes you-”
Eddie scoffs. Winnie graciously ignores it in favor of sliding her hand across the bar.
“-and you see damn near every object here daily, baby. You said you wanted to wait until you got here, and you did. Now, if you don’t want to, that’s fine and well, but-”
“I don’t…” Eddie glances around the bar. Empty, save for a few tables far in the back. He bites his lip through an exhale.
It takes her aback for a second to realize how sad he looks.
“I don’t wanna disappoint.” Eddie murmurs. “I… I can’t. I… it’s my responsibility to run the bar, to get electricity moving. Half the objects in the house depend on me, and we’re not even through with the final renovations before we even have humans moving in, which means more objects and more on my plate and I-”
“Breathe, sweetness.”
“-I want to.” Eddie breathes. It’s so quiet. Like it’s a confession. Like Eddie is confiding some dark secret to her. A want he’s embarrassed to have. “But… I have nothing to offer. To anyone. I-”
“-Don’t want to make a fool of yourself? Or make others not want to come to you if they need something because your relationship got complicated by it?” Winnie finishes for him.
For the first time since she offered him a ride, Eddie makes eye contact with her.
“Yeah.” He breathes.
It hangs between them for a moment. It’s a lot more of his inner workings than she ever expected to get from him. She’d spent a good few weeks watching him, talking to him, seeing how he worked.
He does a damn good job of shielding that heart of his from prying eyes, apparently.
“Look, I’m sorry.” Eddie shakes his head, and the moment dissipates between them. He starts to pull his hand out from under hers. “I- that’s not what you expected to hear. I probably just ruined your night. I can comp your bill, and you can-”
“I’ve heard I’m a very good teacher.”
Eddie freezes.
Winnie slides her other hand across the bar. Finds his hand half-under hers and takes it between both her hands. His palm is warm. Callous-dotted fingers go pliant under her own hands rubbing up and down the lengths of them idly.
“What?”
“I’m a good teacher,” Winnie repeats. She swirls patterns into his palm with her thumb. “I don’t mind taking the lead.”
“I have nothing to-”
“You have plenty to offer, Eddison. Don’t you start with me.” Winnie chides him gently. She brings his hand across the bar to hold closer to her, cradling his hand in hers. “You’re handsome, you’re sweet. You’re good at listening.” She glances down at his trapped hand, where his thumb is so damn close for her to kiss. “-and you’ve got hands that I’ve been havin’ some very heated thoughts about.”
Winnie leans down to kiss the pad of his thumb, and Eddie makes a choked noise.
“I- uh.” He breathes. “Winnifred-”
“Winnie, baby.” She breathes over his skin. Looks up at him through her lashes. “You’ve earned it.”
Eddie doesn’t seem to know what to say. Her hands massage into his. His face is such a beautiful flush even in the dim lights of the bar, oh, it makes her meter spike just looking at him.
“You’re perfect, baby.” She murmurs. “Perfect for me to teach, to guide, to play with. To show you all the things you didn’t even know you were waiting to do.” She kisses his thumb again. “My offer still stands, sugar. I’d love to show you everything
I know.”
This time when she kisses his thumb, she lets her tongue swipe over the pad of his thumb.
It earns her the sweetest little whine. Just barely audible over the music and idle conversation from the corner booths.
“But only if you’ll have me, sugar.” Winnie teases with a grin.
Eddie starts, then stops. Stares at her like she’s something he can’t understand. His hair sparks at the ends in tiny restless shocks as he tries to think on it. Winnie lets him have it. He can take as long as he needs, she isn’t going anywhere. His gaze flickers over her again. This time, it lingers.
This time, there’s want in his eyes.
“...ok.” Eddie breathes.
“Yeah?” Her heart is racing. She tries to hide it by playing with his fingers between hers.
“Yeah.” Eddie whispers. He watches their hands play together. Swallows as her fingers stroke up and down the sides of his fingers. She strokes over his pulse point on his wrist. Slowly, his fingers play back with hers. Stroking, intertwining. She slides her fingers between his in a soft grip and he squeezes her hand.
The soft strength of his warm hand makes Winnie shiver. Even more so when she’s treated to the sight of the veins on the back of his hand as it flexes.
“It’s settled then.” Winnie softly tells him. “I’ll stay until you close up, yeah?”
“Should only be a little longer,” Eddie breathes. “Hardly anybody’s here, I’ve gotten ahead in my sidework. Won’t take me long to finish closing after final call.”
“Isn’t it a bit early still?” She teases. His lips quirk.
“I run the bar, I decide when we close.”
“Mm,” Winnie hums. “Well, I’m flattered that I'm worth changing your hours for. Mind if I steal a few more cherries while I watch you finish up?”
Eddie laughs softly, looking a bit more like himself. He reaches for the container behind the bar as he quips;
“You don’t have to watch me get elbow deep in a sani bucket just to get more cherries.”
Winnie tosses him back a grin. “You’re sexy when you’re wet.”
Eddie nearly drops the entire container of cherries onto the counter. His hair sparks wildly. Winnie chokes on a laugh, covering her mouth to try to stop it, but it’s hopeless.
“Sorry sweetness.” Winnie giggles. “I just-”
Eddie grumbles something she doesn’t quite catch as he sets the cherries down. He doesn’t even fish a few out for her with the tongs; just shoves the container at her as though he’s offended it exists at all.
His hair is still sparking at the tips as he yells for final call.
—
Apparently, his hands shake a bit when he’s nervous.
Eddie will catch her eyes on occasion as he cleans. His hair sparks at the ends in quick little bursts that seem hard to control -and deeply embarrassing for him, if the way he frantically moves to snuff out the sparkling copper is any indication- and he’s just so damn sweet that even her amaretto with extra sweetener couldn’t compete. So sweet that she just wants to nibble on him.
He’s also damn handsome.
The dark hair that clings to his forearms as he pulls his hands out of the sanitizer well. The veins that show when he lifts a bucket of steaming hot water to kill the ice with. His hands are strong, worn from work, and yet he cleans the wine glasses with a soft, careful precision that’s been driving her crazy in all the ungodly hours.
The chipped black polish on his nails make her want them in her mouth. He’d whine so pretty if she showed him what her mouth can do, even on just his thick and pretty fingers-
Eddie’s just finished dumping the last bit of hot sanitizer when the scrape of the last patrons chair is heard. They leave unremarkably: a cup set down after one last swig, a called out thanks as footsteps grow distant. The door to the bar shuts somewhere behind her with a resounding thud.
‘And then there were two…’
Eddie visibly swallows.
“M’ just gonna- uh. Just gonna go… lock up.”
He comes out from behind the bar. Makes his way to the door. She doesn’t follow. The last sip of her drink is almost just water, but she tips it back anyway. She listens to his footsteps. The little latch of the door clicking closed. And the quiet descends on them again.
Winnifred turns on the stool to face him.
Eddie’s still at the door. One hand on the handle, as if he’s waiting for her to ask him to open it for her as she leaves. Countless other nights they’ve played that same story out; the last to leave with a soft thanks and a kiss to his cheek that never fails to make him blush.
‘Not tonight, baby’
“Eddie?”
Eddie looks up at her. Soft. Sweet. Vulnerable in the way that only he can look.
She crooks two fingers up, beckoning him.
“C’mere baby.”
A flurry of sparks rain down from the tips of his hair. He takes a step, then another. As if even coming close to her is an honor. She reaches her hand out when he’s close enough. Eddie takes it. Bites his lip at the contact before raising her hand to his face and pressing a sweet kiss to her wrist. His eyes gaze into hers wide, soft, as if asking ‘is this ok?’ even as his lips tremble against her skin.
He’s perfect.
Winnie tugs him into her arms. Wraps her arms up around his shoulders with a pleased little hum. Eddie’s hands land on her hips, then dart up to her waist. As if he isn’t sure he’s allowed to put his hands on her. As if she’ll change her mind if he lays a single finger wrong.
It shouldn’t make her run so hot, but it does.
“You ever been kissed, baby?”
Eddie nods.
“Not much further. Felt weird to… before I got…. I mean, I was pulled the day after to be shipped here, so…”
“Mm, sweet boy. Waiting for when you came home.” She strokes fingers down his jaw as she extends a leg out to wrap around his hip. Barely a nudge with her heel, and he’s stumbling into her.
He gasps. A soft wanting sound against her throat as he presses into her thigh. Fuck, he’s already getting hard for her. She barely moves her thigh against him and Eddie’s swallowing back a noise. He’s so red; as if his body isn’t doing exactly what she wants it to do.
“S-shit. Sorry. I-”
“I like it,” Winnie soothes him again. She pushes Eddie’s hair from his eyes and a flurry of sparks dance down her hand. She can’t help but laugh a bit at the feeling. “Means you’re all mine, baby. For the teaching, for the taking…” She slides a hand down to his neck. “Can I, sugar?”
Eddie nods breathlessly. It’s all it takes before she’s closing the gap between them.
His kiss is sweet. It’s soft, plush lips that yield to hers with ease and move against her in tiny little nips and presses. He kisses like he’s afraid to overstay his welcome, but to leave her lips would leave him out in the cold. She pulls back only to take a breath and her chest soars when Eddie chases her lips for a second kiss. Winnie’s hand finds his cheek. Rubs a thumb over a stubbled jaw as she parts her lips to lick against his bottom lip. Eddie gasps against her. A quick breath between parted lips before she licks her way into his mouth for a taste. Whiskey, amaretto, whatever was on the last tasting stick of the evening and a kiss of electric ozone. Winnie swears she tastes a spark the moment his tongue shyly meets hers. A moan tumbles from his mouth as wet meets wet and he pushes.
His hands squeeze on her waist. Kisses deepen, hasten. Eddie is clumsy in his stumble to get closer to her and yet the moment she tilts him by the chin he slots so perfectly into her mouth that she could swear he was made for this. A whine as she tugs on his lower lip, another when he knocks a moan from her chest at his next insistent kiss. His hips rock against her thigh once, twice. Shake with barely-contained want that she only rattles further when she wraps her legs around his hips and encourages him for more. Take more, push more; this is for no one but them and she wants his pleasure as much as she wants her own. His answer is a moan as his half hard cock finds the sweet pressure of her thigh again and can’t help but arch into it
“So sensitive, baby…” Winnie murmurs into his lips. She tugs on his hair at the base of his skull and is rewarded by a heady whine between kisses. “Don’t worry baby, I'll be gentle.”
“Don’t,” Eddie mutters against her mouth. Another filthy swipe of tongues that makes them both moan. “I can take it.”
Winnie hums. Drags herself away just enough to pepper kisses up his jaw, over his ear, down his neck. She sucks gently into the skin of his carotid and he stutters. Hands tighten a fraction on her hips as his own shake against hers, cock pressing harder into her thigh.
“You sure about that, sweet boy?” She nips the skin between her teeth, just barely. Eddie acts as though he’s a live wire sparking between her fingers.
“Don’t make me beg for- ah-!”
Winnie bites him without a preamble. Treats him to the drag of her teeth as she sucks on his carotid and leaves a mean mark. Pulls free with just a bit of an illicit wet noise before going back in to suck at it again, softer; a sweet lasting kiss with a soft swipe of tongue to sooth it over. Eddie moans. A loud noise from an otherwise quieter man as she hums against his skin.
“More?” She asks him with wet lips.
“Please.”
She doesn’t make him wait. Not when he begs so sweetly.
Winnie finds another spot to strike her claim. Then another. Moving from one side to the other as she bites claims into his neck and yanks him close with hands fisted into his shirt. Eddie lets her move him. Lets her bite him, nibble him, lick stripes all over him and he just takes it. Like every touch is a gift that he wants to savor. Whining and moaning for her as if her lips on his skin is the best thing he’s ever felt.
‘It probably is’
The thought makes her teeth scrape harder on the base of his neck. Eddie makes the sweetest noise; hips jerking into hers as he stutters on a curse. She is the best he’s ever felt. She’s making him feel like no other ever has because they haven’t. She’s setting his standards, she’s making herself a benchmark of his pleasure. She’ll be remembered by him when he has another lover.
And he chose her. He wants her to be the one who takes his pleasure for herself.
It’s fucking dizzying with how it heats her up.
Her hands claw at the top edge of his vest, the loops of cord around his neck, his shirt.
“Help me out here, sweetness.”
Eddie doesn’t hesitate. His hands fly to meet hers and flick at clasps and buttons with a speed that would make her giggle if he weren’t whining into their kiss. He’s so worked up just from this. Just from her kiss, her touch. Their clothes haven’t even come off and he’s kissing her as though he can’t stand to be apart from her. It’s a kind of naked need that makes her burn, ache, want. How many times has she taken someone to bed who was too proud to show how much they wanted it? How many times had she wanted to feel needed: like they would beg her for a single touch? She had taken so many to bed who she’d have to work for an age to push them to that edge.
Eddie gives it freely.
In the soft pleading noises he makes when she cups his face. The way his hips rock into hers. The shake of his hands as he shucks off his vest. His hand goes to the plugs at his waist to snag the cord and her hand finds his and yanks with him, and he moans so lewdly into her mouth that she wonders if she’ll feel him wet against her thigh.
“Don’t do that-” he groans.
“Why? Doesn’t it feel good baby?” Winnie thumbs at the cord as he removes it.
Eddie doesn’t grace her with a response; only surges into her space to kiss her and stifle another moan as she grasps at his shirt -now free of obstacles- and starts flicking buttons open with ease.
Inspiration strikes as her fingertips meet his skin. He gasps at the mere graze of her hand, and he’s so warm. It makes her ache just thinking about what he would feel like: under her, above her, inside her. Wrapping those strong arms around her and smothering her in the heat of his skin as she wrapped her legs around him and took what she needed-
Blindly, she reaches back behind her on the counter. Her fingers tap against the smooth bartop before she finds a bit of water, the wet edge of a napkin, then-
She drags the edge of her discarded glass closer until it’s in her grip.
She brings it close. Takes the skin of Eddie’s collarbone between her lips to distract him as she dips fingers in the cup to snag an ice cube. The coldness almost stings from how warm her hands were against him, but it’s an easy sting. A pleasant one. One that makes her throb just thinking about what follows.
“You’re burnin’ up, sweetness…” she coos into his skin. “Let me cool you down a notch.”
Eddie flinches with a gasp the moment the ice lands on his collarbone.
“What-” he starts, but Winnie is faster.
She drags it from the edge of his collarbone up his throat slowly. Mesmerized at the way the ice melts against him. Drops of freezing water sliding down tan skin as she drags the melting ice back down his pulse point. She only pulls it away when the first drop reaches his collar.
She won’t lose a single drop more.
Winnie dives into his neck, licking over the spot the ice was seconds ago. His cool skin and the faint taste of amaretto greet her tongue as she sucks at the spot. Eddie hisses. His hands grip her waist like a man unsteady as she follows the trail of water up his neck, warming him up under her mouth and delighting in every tumbling whine from his lips. Her hands don’t stay idle for long. They tug his shirt open, they drag the ice along his other collarbone. He flinches all the same at the cold contact, yet his whine is anything but pained. His chest shakes with panting breaths as she follows that trail of coldness too: soothing every bit of cold from his skin with her mouth until he’s sighing her name.
“Winnie… fuck…”
Her lips tug into a smile against his shoulder. He’s just so damn easy to play with.
She presses the ice into the blooming mark on the base of his neck and the answering hiss has her aching. Fuck, she feels alive. To see the evidence of her touch on his skin. To hear every little noise that drops from his lips as he chases every touch. It’s one thing to be wanted, desired. To be ached for is something entirely different. To be clung to and begged like there’s mercy in the ice and even more in her tongue chasing it. He’s clinging to her like a man drowning. Like she’s the last bit of warmth in this house and he’ll freeze without her. Grinding against her like he’ll never find anything better.
For the sake of his pleasure, she hopes he does. For the sake of her ego, she hopes he’ll compare every future pleasure to her.
“Just like that sweetness.” Winnie murmurs in his ear. Her hands find the top of his pants. She runs her fingers along the edge where fabric meets skin. Her fingertips dip ever so slightly down his waistband and Winnie can’t hide her smile as his breath catches in his chest. Her fingers play with his happy trail, following it down until it reaches the clasp of his pants.
“Winnie-” Eddie breathes.
“Howe about we get you more comfortable, sweetness?”
Eddie nods into her neck with a reedy noise, and it’s all it takes. She flicks the button open with her thumb and tugs the zip down. The bulge of his cock still in his underwear juts out the moment it’s freed. Winnie wants to take it slow, take it easy on him-
“Can I feel you, baby?” She murmurs. “Just a touch?”
Eddie groans as her hand wraps around his clothed cock.
‘Ohhhh sweet boy…’
He knocks the air right out of her. The weight of him in her hand, the wet spot that her fingertips find where the head of his cock has been making a mess for her. He’s thick. Deliciously so. She hardly squeezes and suddenly Eddie is crashing into her shoulder with a fucked out whine. His cock twitches in her hand, hard, and the wet patch of fabric under her fingers gets even stickier.
Winnie’s not thinking when she pulls her hand away. Doesn’t even give Eddie the time to whine at the loss before her leg wraps around his waist and hands find the shirt still hanging off him and she yanks.
His cock presses up against her bare cunt. They both moan into each other's necks.
“Shit, sweet boy…” Winnie gasps. Grinds herself up against him without a thought. The fabric of his underwear catches on her cunt and the head of his cock and she can feel it getting sticky with both of them.
“Fuck-” he gasps as he ruts into her. The little slick noise it produces is nothing short of obscene. He shudders. Looks up at her through his hair like a man shell shocked. “You- you’re not wearing-?”
Winnie can’t help but giggle. A breathless little sound as she chases her pleasure in little motions against him. She leans in to nibble his earlobe.
“Mm, no. Didn’t think I’d need 'em’ sugar. Not when I needed you more.”
Eddie’s eyes go glassy, dark. His lips part, but not a sound leaves them.
“Just for me?” He whispers, like he can’t believe it. As if anyone else has made her this fucking wet.
She grinds her hips in a hard circle against him. The sweet shock of pleasure burns right through her. Her clit twitches, and the way he whines and looks at her like he’ll shatter makes sure she knows he felt it too.
“All for you.” she whispers. “You got me like this baby. You know how many times I wanted this? How good you feel? Sweetness, this is all you.”
His cock throbs against her. The flimsy cloth between them gets even stickier. Eddie stares into her eyes with parted lips like he’s punch drunk on lust.
‘Finally’ she thinks as she tugs him in for another kiss. ‘-we’re on the same damn page, sweetness’
Winnie reaches under his open shirt to swipe the ice over the curve of his breast. He gasps again. She tugs his shirt off his shoulders and she’s mesmerized at the sight. The smattering of dark hair on his chest grows wet and curly as she drags the ice over it. The way his body is so strong and yet so soft to the touch. Muscles and curves formed together to make him so biteable.
He stutters when she nips at the edge of his breast. Whines as she drags the ice up and around his other pec and follows it with her tongue. His hips have started rocking against her with purpose now. His hands on her waist have gotten tighter, twitching against her like he’s afraid she’ll leave. As if she could ever leave him like this.
Her own arousal is becoming almost impossible to ignore. She’s aching for it. So wet she can feel it staining his underwear and making a mess of both of them. So empty that it almost hurts. She’s dreamt of this since she met him; his hands, his mouth, his cock. The sweet noises he’d make, the choked words he might spill. She aches to yank the last bit of clothing between them down and take him here. Hard, fast, however she can get it. Even if he finishes quickly she could grab him by the hair and-
‘It isn’t about me’
Eddie moans so sweetly above her. Rocks his hips against her cunt and his cock twitches against her. He wants her, needs her. This is about him.
The idea of making him fall apart in front of her makes her moan more than the idea of anything else. She doesn’t want to be selfish with her own pleasure: she wants to be selfish with his.
She drags the ice over the edge of his nipple just as she rolls her hips against him. Eddie barely bites down on a noise.
“Don’t make me fucking beg,” he rasps above her.
“Oh, but you sound so pretty when you do, sweetness.” Winnie teases him as the edge of the ice circles his nipple once, twice. Eddie’s sweet noises only drive her higher, make her want to push him further. The ice has melted into almost nothing between her fingers and she lets the cold drops linger on her fingers before flicking them onto his bare stomach. He flinches, he gasps. She gives him hardly a second before she dives to take his nipple into the heat of her mouth and drag her tongue along the cooled edges.
Eddie cries out sharply. His hands gripping her hips like a vice. He grinds himself against her hard enough to yank a moan from her own lips at the pressure on her clit. Her cold wet fingers find his other pec and he makes a strung out noise as he rocks into her harder, faster.
“That’s it, baby…” she whispers, almost delirious with how good it feels. With how every gasping needy breath in her ear makes her feel. It’s so fucking wet between the both of them. Obscene with the way the fabric rubs between them, sticks to both of them. She can’t help the stuttering way words fall from her lips without thought. “Just like that sweetness. Take what you need.”
He makes a wrecked noise into her neck. Her fingers toy with his chest, slide down his stomach. Legs locking around him to pull him as close as he can get as his noises pitch higher, sharper, his body shaking as he gets closer.
Winnie leans up to nibble on the first mark she made on his throat, and Eddie damn near sobs.
“W-wait, fuck, please- oh fuck, Winnie, I-”
His pleading almost makes her come. Makes her dizzy and wet and breathless at what's become of their sweet bar owner at her own hands. She’s on the razor's edge, she’s so close. She needs to watch him fall apart, fall to ruin.
“It’s ok sugar,” she purrs. Reaches up to tug on his hair and he whines so pretty in her ear. “Let it happen. I want it, sweetness. I wanna feel it.”
“I can’t-” Eddie chokes into her neck. “It’s- we- I-”
‘Sweet boy,’ a dizzy thought that almost makes her laugh ‘-as if I’d ever stop you from coming for me’
“I want it, sweetness,” Winnie gasps against him. “Wanna feel you make a mess all over both of us. I wanna watch your face when I make you come just like this.” She licks a filthy path up his neck, biting his earlobe before nuzzling close.
“Don’t worry baby. I’ll teach you how to clean me up with that pretty mouth of yours. Told you it was all for you. You’re gonna lick up every damn drop, and you’re gonna thank me for it.”
Eddie’s throaty whine will haunt her.
He seizes her hips. Presses himself so close as he grinds against her hard, fast. Their bodies make the tiniest wet noises between them as he takes and takes and takes and pleas and curses and whines fall from his lips as he chases that edge and drive her nearly to madness.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck- oh fuck-!”
Eddie makes the prettiest sound when he comes. A strung out noise into her collarbone as the fabric between them gets sticky and heated. Needy, aborted grinds that push him through the aftershocks and drag wet little gasps from his throat as he takes it so well. It makes her run hot: that it’s her that has him ruined, dripping. Wet and dazed as he finishes for her.
That she’s the first to feel his satisfied little sigh against her body as he goes limp against her.
Gently, she runs her nails up and down his back. Rucks up his shirt so she can get under it. Delights in the way he shivers when she drags one hand back and over his ribs to snake its way up to run through his hair. Winnie barely drags her nails over his scalp when Eddie moans weakly. Nuzzles into her neck and presses somehow even closer to chase the heat of her touch.
It’s equal parts adorable and arousing. To have his hands clinging to her hips like she’s the only thing holding his circuits together.
“Mm, that’s it baby…” she hums softly. “Doesn’t that feel so good?”
Eddie moans again weakly. His mouth starts pressing kisses into her neck, her collarbone. Winnie could swear there’s a tingle to his lips; a soft current in every touch. As good as it is, she wants to see him. She tugs on his hair imploringly. Eddie resists, mumbling some discontented noise as he buries his nose back into her neck. Soft sparks cling to her palm where his hair is bunched in it.
“Let me see you, baby.” Winnie half laughs.
Eddie makes another noise, but it’s softer. He doesn’t resist when she tugs his hair again. Makes a much more pleased noise as he lifts his head for her and her hand finds the side of his throat, thumb brushing over the marks on it.
Eddie looks deliciously fucked out.
Darkened, hazy eyes. Hair askew in her hands. Littered with bites and marks all over him. His shirt is hanging off his shoulders from being pushed this way and that by her hands. A fine sheen of sweat across his skin, curling the hair on his chest and the small strands around the base of his skull. His pretty lips are dark from every kiss they’ve traded, every bitten down noise. Makes him look so fucking good that she just wants to ruin him.
“You’re so pretty when you’re pleased, sweet boy.” Winnie whispers to him.
He gives her a little lopsided smile. Nuzzles her hand on his cheek and stares at her like she’s given him some kind of precious gift.
‘I guess I have,’ she thinks dazedly. ‘-and he hasn’t even finished unwrapping it.’
“I think you’ll look even prettier on your knees.”
His eyes, oh his sweet, gorgeous eyes. They way they widen just a touch, the way his lips part. Like he’s surprised, like it’s a gift he couldn’t expect to be offered. So sweet: as if he hasn’t earned every bit of her. She cups his face and drags him into a kiss. Sweet, soft. She licks across his bottom lip and imagines how he’d taste with her on his tongue. Winnie pulls back from the kiss, thumbing his cheekbone. Eddie’s hand covers hers. There’s an open vulnerability in his eyes that tugs at her heartstrings.
“Only if you want to, sweetness. If you wanna stop here, we will.” This alone is more than she could ask for. She’ll walk away with memories built to last even if it ends here.
Eddie bites his lip.
“I- you know I’ve never…” he whispers. A defense he seems obligated to bring up, yet there’s no bite to it like before. More of a question.
‘Are you sure? You’re sure you want me?’
A silly question from a sweet spark.
“I’m your teacher, remember?” She steals another kiss. Pulls away and moves her hand to thumb at his bottom lip. He’s bold enough to dart his tongue out to taste it. A tiny shock darts through the contact and races up her arm.
She’s twitching just thinking about how his tongue will feel on her.
“You were so good to me, sweetness.” She murmurs. “You let me play with you. Let me hear all those pretty noises, let me touch you however I wanted. You’ve been so good.” Winnie draws the last few words out. Eddie shivers, full bodied. It only makes her smile wider.
“After all you’ve done for me,” she continues. “-I think you deserve a reward. Don’t you?”
Eddie just stares. Soft, adoring, vulnerable. So damn good looking she just wants to have him all night long.
“You want your reward, baby?”
Eddie bites his lip again. Swallows. His eyes are so dark, cheeks so flushed as he nods.
Winnie smiles. Reaches her hand back into his hair. Delights in the flurry of soft sparks as she takes a fistful of his hair and tugs ever-so lightly.
“Then get on your knees and take it, sweetness.”