Cute little Eddie Imagine :)
You both sit atop Eddie’s king sized mattress, he sits in front of you, facing you as he cups your face into his hands.
“You’re so pretty.” He whispers, more to himself than you as he leans in towards you.
He leaves a soft peck on the tip of your nose.
“You’re perfect.” He whispers again, kissing your right cheek as you giggle.
“You’re everything I could ever ask for.” He kisses your left cheek, slowly running his right hand down your body until it settles on your inner thigh.
“Eddie.” You giggle, pretending to try to push him away, but pouting when he tilts himself slightly away from you.
“Is what I’m doing okay?” He asks, with a glimmer of concern in his eyes.
You giggle at his concern, thinking about how cute it is and how worried he is all the time. He constantly asks you questions anytime he touches you.
His questions don’t bother you in the slightest, you’re glad he asks them as it shows how valued your comfort is to him.
“No no, it’s okay baby.” You grab ahold of his hand that was now sitting limply on his knee, bringing it back to cusp your face as you can feel him scoot a bit closer, your knees now touching as you both sit cross-legged on the bed.
“I can’t believe you’re mine.” He says, almost in a daze as he stares into your eyes.
You can feel his breath fanning against your face as he leans closer to you, his eyes darting from your eyes to your lips as he moves his hand up from your cheek to grab a little bit of your hair. You tilt your head back slightly as you watch him adjust to his knees so he’s slightly over you, hovering his mouth over yours.
You whine in impatience, which makes him chuckle, his mouth turning into a toothy grin as he stares at your lips, licking his own as he leans in.
His lips were soft, they felt like pillows as they connected with yours, your chest felt like it was on fire. You and Eddie have kissed hundreds of times before, but you always get the same warm, fuzzy feeling everytime he kisses you. The rest of the world disappears and you only focus on the feeling of his lips with yours, you tangle your fingers through his brown curls as you focus on the moment.
You can still feel your lips tingle when he pulls away and smiles at you, his fingers running delicately through your hair as you smile back.
“My beautiful baby.” He whispers again, placing another light kiss on your lips.
“But, it’s getting late, I think we should get to sleep.” He smiles and runs his fingers through your hair one last time. He kisses your forehead and stands up to prepare for bed.