[ to be honest, nancy's not totally sure why she asked for that 30 minute cushion. she spends the first few minutes not moving from the spot where she's stretched out on her bed, eyes on her ceiling as she tries to figure out if she just shot herself in the foot, coming on so strong in her texts just now. she's certainly a little braver when she's texting someone than she is when she's face to face with them, but not by that much. she's pretty sure. and it was a deliberate choice to text him about honesty and orgasms instead of something less, y'know, that. she's pretty sure some part of her was hoping for a reason to invite him over from the getgo. plus, she thinks- no, she knows they'll have fun, no matter what tone she can or can't keep up for it.
so eventually she's up on her feet, arms stretching over her head as she makes her way to the bathroom, because brushing her teeth seems like a pretty solid idea, at the very least. and after looking herself over in the mirror, she's even fine with the outfit she put on before to run some errands earlier in the day. high-waisted denim shorts and a fitted tee were nothing to scoff at. and the messy ponytail she's managed to gather her hair up into was just practical, for the summer heat. as if she's feeling any of that in her very well air-conditioned house. whatever.
the doorbell rings and she's there to meet him not too long after, having wandered her way downstairs and into the kitchen, basically just to chug some water and convince herself that she shouldn't let herself be disappointed if he decided not to meet her, for some reason. ( and of course the cold water makes her wince because the it makes her teeth feel too cold, shit, too sensitive, not fun!! but whatever. maybe she's a tiny bit nervous, too. ) anyway, she opens the door and opens her mouth to say something shortly after, something like- "hi" maybe? as one does when when greeting someone. but the stifling august heat makes itself known way too quickly, and yeah, nope, pleasantries can wait. she grabs his hand so she can tug him along with her as she takes those few steps to get back inside, and uses her free hand to swing the door shut behind him.
which brings him- right there. despite spending the last 45 minutes thinking about it, she's just taking a second to process the fact that eddie munson is in her house. specifically because she invited him over to hook up. or whatever. but it only lasts a split second before she's smiling, probably too bright for someone that was trying to act mysterious not so long ago, but it doesn't matter because that smile comes with a hand reaching out to grab the front of his shirt or the collar of his vest or whatever it comes into contact with first so she can drag him in close again. only this time it's so she can press her lips to his. ..okay, that's a very sweet way to phrase how she drag him in and lifts on her toes so she can kiss him, hard pressed and bossy ( and enthusiastic, for the record ). she makes it last long enough that her nerves have managed to settle down and fuck off, and has her tilting her face up towards his even once she settles flat on her feet again. ]
tfln; @gygaxed
[ to be honest, nancy's not totally sure why she asked for that 30 minute cushion. she spends the first few minutes not moving from the spot where she's stretched out on her bed, eyes on her ceiling as she tries to figure out if she just shot herself in the foot, coming on so strong in her texts just now. she's certainly a little braver when she's texting someone than she is when she's face to face with them, but not by that much. she's pretty sure. and it was a deliberate choice to text him about honesty and orgasms instead of something less, y'know, that. she's pretty sure some part of her was hoping for a reason to invite him over from the getgo. plus, she thinks- no, she knows they'll have fun, no matter what tone she can or can't keep up for it.
so eventually she's up on her feet, arms stretching over her head as she makes her way to the bathroom, because brushing her teeth seems like a pretty solid idea, at the very least. and after looking herself over in the mirror, she's even fine with the outfit she put on before to run some errands earlier in the day. high-waisted denim shorts and a fitted tee were nothing to scoff at. and the messy ponytail she's managed to gather her hair up into was just practical, for the summer heat. as if she's feeling any of that in her very well air-conditioned house. whatever.
the doorbell rings and she's there to meet him not too long after, having wandered her way downstairs and into the kitchen, basically just to chug some water and convince herself that she shouldn't let herself be disappointed if he decided not to meet her, for some reason. ( and of course the cold water makes her wince because the it makes her teeth feel too cold, shit, too sensitive, not fun!! but whatever. maybe she's a tiny bit nervous, too. ) anyway, she opens the door and opens her mouth to say something shortly after, something like- "hi" maybe? as one does when when greeting someone. but the stifling august heat makes itself known way too quickly, and yeah, nope, pleasantries can wait. she grabs his hand so she can tug him along with her as she takes those few steps to get back inside, and uses her free hand to swing the door shut behind him.
which brings him- right there. despite spending the last 45 minutes thinking about it, she's just taking a second to process the fact that eddie munson is in her house. specifically because she invited him over to hook up. or whatever. but it only lasts a split second before she's smiling, probably too bright for someone that was trying to act mysterious not so long ago, but it doesn't matter because that smile comes with a hand reaching out to grab the front of his shirt or the collar of his vest or whatever it comes into contact with first so she can drag him in close again. only this time it's so she can press her lips to his. ..okay, that's a very sweet way to phrase how she drag him in and lifts on her toes so she can kiss him, hard pressed and bossy ( and enthusiastic, for the record ). she makes it last long enough that her nerves have managed to settle down and fuck off, and has her tilting her face up towards his even once she settles flat on her feet again. ]
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