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@forhawkins gets a starter for Steve from Eden!
The exact way they managed to make it up to Steve’s room was a blur. Eden remembers lips crashing into each other, her feet stumbling backwards up the stairs as he guided them to their destination.
As soon as she feels the push of the mattress against her, Eden quickly turns them around and shoves Steve down underneath her. She crawls on top of him, devious smile visible every time they pulled back. Her nails dig into his shoulders as she attempts to keep him held down. Despite this, Steve somehow manages to connect his lips with her neck, which almost immediately causes Eden to melt into him. ( It was a weakness of hers that he’d come to learn. )
Shaky breaths escape her lips and she allows Steve to push his way back up. Her head rolls back, eyes fluttering open and shut. ❛ Steve… ❜ She breathes his name out, and her eyes momentarily flutter open again.
And that’s when she sees it.
On the wall.
Eden doesn’t want the sensation of Steve’s lips on her neck to end, but her eyes are opening wider and wider now, and she’s fallen silent. ❛ Steve. ❜ Her voice is a bit louder now, and Steve mumbles a, ‘ mmm? ’ against her neck. ❛ What the hell is that? ❜ She reaches a hand out and points toward it. A hideous thing. A wretched thing.
A picture of a red car, hung right above his desk.
it’s funny how a simple kiss can lead them to his bedroom. ( isn’t that how it always goes with them ? ) two pairs of feet stumbling next to each other -- knees knocking as they find their way to his bed. he should know better than to expect to find himself on top of her for long. his knees barely press into his mattress before she’s turning them. his back presses into the mattress, as his fingertips dig softly into her hip. his thumb brushes softly under the loose fabric of her shirt and against the soft skin he finds underneath.
he feels the soft dig of her nails against his shoulders and he lets his knee lift slightly, their thighs brushing together. despite the small space between them, he still finds a way to press his lips to her neck. he leaves sloppy open mouthed kisses against her skin. he lets one hand move from her hip to wrap around her back, palm resting firmly against the soft skin of her lower back.
his name leaves her lips softly, and he lets one eye open as he sneaks a quick peak at her, a smile pulling against his lips. ( how did he get so lucky ? ) he returns to his work, slowly pulling himself onto his free elbow as his lips chase after her. he slowly pulls away at her words. his eyes follow where her finger points. he doesn’t even blink as he looks at the framed photo. he shrugs, before he’s returning to his attack against her neck. “a car,” is mumbled passed his lips as his litters fresh kisses against her skin.















