[ it's funny, because nancy keeps going back and forth on if she thinks eddie is all open emotion, heart on a platter, play-to-the-back-of-the-stadium honesty, or if he's actually even harder to track than she is, and just has a much better way of hiding it. being this close to him, is she just getting the chance to see that some of the edges that make up eddie munson are a little softer than she thought? or is it that she's too close to see the bigger, sharper image? ultimately what's tripping her up is that she thinks she sees something like vulnerability in his eyes while he watches her, and she almost feels like she can't process that. can't comprehend it.
but that's probably because she can't think of a reason why it would even matter to him, what she thinks of him. well, okay. she knows what it feels like to need some reassurance - you want me here, right? you want to be here with me? - but beyond that? who the hell is she, really? what is she missing? this just in, nancy wheeler is an idiot. she wants to object to that, about wanting something "better than him", because what does that even mean..? but then he's kissing her and there, this is something she understands. maybe she can reassure him like this, in the way she's kissing him back. she matches his pace, leaning into it, licking into his mouth and barely giving herself enough space between their lips to take a breath when she needs it.
she's drifting around in that thoroughly-kissed headspace when she hears ( and feels ) him start talking, the rush of air that comes with that laugh, but it takes her a second to clue into what he's actually saying ]
Ugh. Stop that.
[ he's laughing, which means she can tease him for it, taking the opportunity to nip at his lip, because no, god, that's the last thing she wants him to think ]
You and I are in the same silverware drawer, okay? And maybe- one of your prongs might be bent after it got caught in the dishwasher, and maybe I got bent a little out of shape, too, after someone tried to use me to scoop ice cream that was just too cold, but the point-! The point is that you really need to quit that. [ she pauses to kiss him quick, a hard press of her lips against his, like it's some kind of reprimand. her tone is even a little more insistent, almost stern, even though she's still close enough to bump his nose with hers ] I am not better than you. And you're not less than anybody else. Not even a little bit. Got it?
[ Eddie regrets the dish ware analogy almost easily, because when Nancy turns it back around on him it is so terribly disarming. It makes him feel more vulnerable than talk of forks and spoons have any business doing. It's also just-- bizarre, in general. Maybe that's why Eddie doesn't talk feelings much, because he can never quite figure out how to get them to make sense when spoken aloud. But Nancy does seem to get it, if the way she takes his metaphor and runs with it is any indication. He's not sure there's an exact word for how he's feeling in this moment, equal parts embarrassed, relieved, hopeful. It's not entirely unpleasant. ]
Okay, okay, I get it.
[ He chuckles then, soft and low, needing something to fill the space. Nancy likes him, in a real way, and she sees him as something more than a loser that just so happens to know his way around the female body. That is somehow a lot to take in, if only because it feels like his wildest dream come to life. And apparently he just has to accept that as reality. Which is totally fine by him, sort of, but also feels totally mind bending. ]
I am as good as Nancy Wheeler. [ Eddie says it with a lopsided smile. There are many strange things he's said in his life, but this somehow feels like the strangest. ] Or, you are as good as Eddie Munson. You sure you're okay with that?
[ He reaches for one of her hands, pulls it close to his face so he can press a slow line of kisses against her knuckles. He's not sure if he really believes what he's just said, but thinks if he says it enough he might be able to speak it into existence. ]
wanna wrap this here, and we can start something new?
[ eddie kissing her knuckles might be sweet, and it feels nice, but it also feels like he's sort of just taking a second to hide behind them, too. which makes her eyes narrow a little, like she's clocking him and wants to make sure he knows it. i see what you're doing. but she'll let him off the hook, satisfied with the amount of time she's already put him on the spot. ]
Yes, I'm sure.
[ she nods slowly, then picks herself up a bit, just enough to swing her knee over his middle to settle on the other side of his hip, so she's right on top of him when she lowers herself back down. she sits back far enough that she isn't sitting right on his dick, but she's close. she takes her hand back just so she can hold his face, lets her hair fall around them as she leans down to kiss him again. it's slow, almost lazy, but the way she's eventually licking at his lips until he opens his mouth for her is anything but. ]
Hey. [ she takes his lower lip between her teeth, worrying it before slowly dragging off ] You still owe me another orgasm, Munson. [ she slowly rolls her hips against him, her eyes rolling shut at the feel of his pelvis against where she's still so sensitive ] Get to it.
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but that's probably because she can't think of a reason why it would even matter to him, what she thinks of him. well, okay. she knows what it feels like to need some reassurance - you want me here, right? you want to be here with me? - but beyond that? who the hell is she, really? what is she missing?
this just in, nancy wheeler is an idiot.she wants to object to that, about wanting something "better than him", because what does that even mean..? but then he's kissing her and there, this is something she understands. maybe she can reassure him like this, in the way she's kissing him back. she matches his pace, leaning into it, licking into his mouth and barely giving herself enough space between their lips to take a breath when she needs it.she's drifting around in that thoroughly-kissed headspace when she hears ( and feels ) him start talking, the rush of air that comes with that laugh, but it takes her a second to clue into what he's actually saying ]
Ugh. Stop that.
[ he's laughing, which means she can tease him for it, taking the opportunity to nip at his lip, because no, god, that's the last thing she wants him to think ]
You and I are in the same silverware drawer, okay? And maybe- one of your prongs might be bent after it got caught in the dishwasher, and maybe I got bent a little out of shape, too, after someone tried to use me to scoop ice cream that was just too cold, but the point-! The point is that you really need to quit that. [ she pauses to kiss him quick, a hard press of her lips against his, like it's some kind of reprimand. her tone is even a little more insistent, almost stern, even though she's still close enough to bump his nose with hers ] I am not better than you. And you're not less than anybody else. Not even a little bit. Got it?
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Okay, okay, I get it.
[ He chuckles then, soft and low, needing something to fill the space. Nancy likes him, in a real way, and she sees him as something more than a loser that just so happens to know his way around the female body. That is somehow a lot to take in, if only because it feels like his wildest dream come to life. And apparently he just has to accept that as reality. Which is totally fine by him, sort of, but also feels totally mind bending. ]
I am as good as Nancy Wheeler. [ Eddie says it with a lopsided smile. There are many strange things he's said in his life, but this somehow feels like the strangest. ] Or, you are as good as Eddie Munson. You sure you're okay with that?
[ He reaches for one of her hands, pulls it close to his face so he can press a slow line of kisses against her knuckles. He's not sure if he really believes what he's just said, but thinks if he says it enough he might be able to speak it into existence. ]
wanna wrap this here, and we can start something new?
Yes, I'm sure.
[ she nods slowly, then picks herself up a bit, just enough to swing her knee over his middle to settle on the other side of his hip, so she's right on top of him when she lowers herself back down. she sits back far enough that she isn't sitting right on his dick, but she's close. she takes her hand back just so she can hold his face, lets her hair fall around them as she leans down to kiss him again. it's slow, almost lazy, but the way she's eventually licking at his lips until he opens his mouth for her is anything but. ]
Hey. [ she takes his lower lip between her teeth, worrying it before slowly dragging off ] You still owe me another orgasm, Munson. [ she slowly rolls her hips against him, her eyes rolling shut at the feel of his pelvis against where she's still so sensitive ] Get to it.