#stevieharrington

[redlegumes]

From Chapter 6

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Stevie looked at herself in the mirror. Athletic build sure but… the right makeup. I could pass in this.

Her euphoria was interrupted by her best friend's exclamation, "Stevie!” Robin pointed and then hissed, “hickies." They trailed up her right shoulder, coincidentally the one she’d lowered once the zipper had been handled.

Nancy blinked. "Jeez Stevie. I mean I didn't doubt it, I guess, but Eddie's really um… physical huh?"

Stevie swallowed and looked at her ex. She felt like the embarrassment just might kill her. Nancy was so cool and collected, and Stevie was a blushing deviant that wanted to melt into the floor. "Is it really that noticeable?" She turned to try and see the ones she knew were on the top of her shoulder right before her neck. For whatever reason that was Eddie's favorite spot to plant them.

"You look slutty for sure," Robin teased, standing behind her. Stevie realized she was standing in her own dress. The tags dangled from the side of a very short number that looked basically like a long men's waistcoat that buttoned on one side. Robin put her hands around Stevie’s waist. On her tiptoes, she leaned her head against Stevie's other shoulder, and they looked at their reflection together.

"You falling for him now?

"Eddie, the freak, Munson?" Stevie'd intended to scoff and really lay on the disbelief. That’s… it’s ridiculous. But it didn't come out harshly at all. She gulped. "He's just my New Year's date."

Robin pulled off the snort Stevie hadn't with ease. "Okay, dingus."

"You don't believe me?" Stevie bit her lip and raised her arm, trying to get the zipper back down.

Nancy frowned a little. She stepped forward and got the zipper down with chilly, deft fingers. She spoke softly. "I don't want to see you heart broken again."

[redlegumes]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chap. 4: December

Stevie let her eyes unfocus a little, seeing Eddie’s profile against the dark and multicolored lights blurring behind him. He’s devilishly good looking at times. Even now, without the smile.

[redlegumes]

@steddie-week

Steddie Week 2023 prompt: Hunger

Preview of Chapter 12

"You got a particular appetite this morning Munson?"

Eddie buried his face in the crook of her neck and began grinding against her. "You could say that I woke up starving." Stevie arched into his touch and felt as his finger applied greater pressure below. "I want you to tremble for me baby."

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[redlegumes]

Chapter 9: Valentine's Day

Love was a terrifying word. Sure he loved her, but had it tipped far enough into that version of the feeling? He'd heard the songs, knew that love was the painful fulfillment most all the world was grasping for. He was ready to box some of that speculation up. Yeah, she lit up a room; a day was incomplete without talking to her; his stomach dropped and his palms began to sweat whenever he even thought about letting her down.

Eddie wanted to be with her, and the safest way to do that, for now, seemed to be sticking to their deal. He could keep playing along with the arrangement as it was. They'd be fine until St. Patrick's day at the very least. That was the end of the major 'winter' month, date-y holidays. Eddie could sort out his next step with Stevie before then.

Update on my current fic: If it's just till St. Patrick's Day

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