Old Flame, New Sparks
a/n: After a year of silence, I have emerged with a new obsession that I just simply had to write about. Sue me for wanting to be in the middle of the Eddie-Volt sandwich. I giggle every time I see them, they're just so my type AHHHHH- (also ty @sanccharine for being just as insufferable about the breaker box boys as I am <333)
pairing(s): Eddie x Reader x Volt (romantic)
tw: implied sexual situations, reader has a toxic ex that demeans and belittles them, injuries sustained by electric shock
summary: After months of not contacting your ex, a moment of weakness causes you to consider going back to them. With the electrifying support of Volt and Eddie, you're able to close that chapter in your life for good. - 6.3k words! [ao3 link!]
“Cocktail or mocktail?”
“Mocktail, please.” You happily respond as Beverly grabs a strainer, shakers and mixing glass from the bar in front of her.
“So you're going to the Breaker Box tonight?”
Warmth floods to your cheeks - were your evening habits really that predictable? - but you try not to show it.
“Why do you say that?”
“Well, you only order cocktails if you plan on going to bed straight afterwards. Mocktails, on the other hand, are something you order if you have plans later…” She trails off with a light blush on her face. “I'm not trying to pry! I just heard that you like to visit the Breaker Box at night, so I put two and two together.”
You're in awe at the way Beverly masterfully pours your mocktail into a glass - bartending truly is an art, and she has refined her craft (minus the occasional broken glass).
She slides the glass over to you with an expectant look as you take a sip.
“Wow, Bev, this is really good!” You shower her with praise, which causes her to blush harder. “Don't worry - even though I'm a regular at the Breaker Box, you're still my favorite bartender.”
With a wink, you take another sip of your glass as Beverly does her best not to drop her bartender equipment.
“Re-Really?” She shyly asks as you nod. “That means so much to me!”
As you finish the rest of your drink, Beverly cleans the bar and prepares to close for the night.
“I'll see you soon, Bev!” You wave to her before exiting the bar.
She happily waves back as you open the door, which pulls you from the interior of Bev's bar to the middle of your kitchen.
You quickly take your dateviators off as the sun sinks further into the horizon.
Although Beverly was right - you were going to the Breaker Box tonight - you just didn't feel like drinking tonight.
A familiar ding! from your phone causes a pit in your stomach to form as you check your messages.
???: Why do you keep blocking the numbers I text you with?
Just talk to me. That's all I want. One simple conversation with you so we can fully end our relationship.
You scoff at the thought of ‘fully ending your relationship’, since that has yet to be the result of one of these conversations. You talk, they somehow get all sappy and romantic on you, you take them back until you remember how toxic they were, and you block them until they manage to break down your walls, chip by chip.
You ended things with them, permanently, six months ago, and it was the longest you had ever been without them since you met. You had felt yourself start to slip back into that toxic cycle when the dateviators arrived at your door.
Since then, you haven't had the need to check your phone for their messages, and if you happen to see them, you'd just block each number that came through.
Something about tonight, however, causes you to falter. Maybe it's the fatigue from the day, or the lack of sleep due to Nightmare's sudden appearance last night, but you're considering sending something back to your ex.
Damn, maybe I should've had Beverly make me a cocktail.
For now, you're able to gracefully slide your phone into your pocket. The urge to text them passes as quickly as you came, and you find yourself drained as the end of the day approaches.
I really need a spark to help me get through the rest of today.
With as much motivation as you can muster, you walk from the kitchen to the upstairs portion of your house, where the literal breaker box awaits you.
You gently place the dateviators over your eyes, and you swing open the breaker box door in order to get to the interior of the Breaker Box.
A gentle buzz surrounds the room, from the crowd and the lighting alike, as you step away from the door.
“Hello, love,” Dorian says from behind you, “Volt's wandering around and Eddie's somewhere behind the bar. They've been looking for you since they opened - Eddie especially. Just don't tell them that I said anything, yeah?”
“Of course, Dorian, and thank you.” You look back and offer him a friendly wave before walking further into the Breaker Box.
The crowd is a bit thicker than usual, due to the open mic night that's drawn in talent from all over your house, but you're thankful for the extra time to sit with your thoughts.
You encouraged Eddie and Volt to be open with you, but would they be just as kind as you were to them? Especially with such a vulnerable topic that made you feel so weak and queasy inside?
Part of you hopes that you'll run into Volt first - his flurry of affection and sweet nothings will melt your worries away and jolt your senses back to normal. He'll sweeten you up before he notices that anything is wrong with your demeanor… hopefully.
The other part of you wants to find Eddie at the bar, so he can make you a nice drink that can nurse your worries away. You'll throw playful jabs and small teases at each other until a smile lights up your face again. There's something comforting about the apparent coldness in his eyes - a calm wave amongst the wild sea - that pulls you in every time.
You're pulled out of your thoughts by another annoying ding! on your phone, and you feel the people next to you glare as you check your phone.
???: Please, baby, I'll do anything for another chance.
Can I see you tomorrow?
You can't help but roll your eyes before stuffing your phone back into your pocket, but not before you turn your ringer to vibrate instead.
With a sour expression, you turn away from the crowd and march towards the bar. As much as you'd like to drown in Volt's presence, you really needed that fucking drink right now.
A few bartenders catch your eye, but they quickly gesture towards the end of the bar, where Eddie sits.
A distinct coldness appears to radiate from him, where no one will approach or bother him, but it softens once Eddie notices you.
His posture shifts from lackadaisical to attentive and focused as you take a seat next to him.
“Drink?” He offers while not looking your way.
You hum in response, which causes him to get up from his seat and walk around to the bar area.
“Long day?”
You turn away from the crowd and stage to look at Eddie.
“Yeah. You?”
“Always.”
You place a hand on the counter before resting your head on it.
“What are you making me?”
“Whatever you'd like, live wire.”
Volt's nickname for you still feels foreign from Eddie's mouth, but you certainly don't mind him using it.
“Surprise me.”
To anyone else, your conversation would sound just like any other patron-bartender conversation, but there was enough subtlety between the two of you to suggest more.
It's in the way Eddie rolls up his sleeves excruciatingly slow, so you have all the time to ogle over his forearms and hands. When he notices where your eyes are focused, a small smirk forms on his face as he softly laughs, but he chooses to say nothing.
Or maybe it's in the way that you respond, by taking off your jacket to reveal a t-shirt that lands somewhere between tight enough to reveal what's underneath and loose enough to leave something to the imagination.
Eddie definitely notices the change in your attire, given the small blush on his cheeks, but he focuses on making your drink as you feel your phone vibrate against your pocket.
Can't you just take my silence as a no, for once?
Annoyingly, you're pulled out of the intimate moment, but you do your best to refocus on what's in front of you. You set your phone on the bar table, in an attempt to forget about your ex, as a drink is slid over to you.
The vibrant colors of the cocktail lure you in for a taste, and you're pleasantly surprised by how much you like this drink. Although you weren't one for cocktails, this one just so happens to incorporate your favorite flavors into a drink that you won't forget.
Despite not opening up about your alcohol preferences, Eddie still managed to figure out what you liked.
Or maybe he asked around the house?
“So?”
Despite not trying to look for approval, Eddie leans in and looks at you expectantly - he really wants you to like what he's made.
He definitely asked someone about my preferences.
“It's wonderful, Eddie. Thank you.” You offer him a warm yet tired smile, which causes a soft blush to appear on his face.
“You're welcome.”
He begins to clean up the bartending station as the guests settle in at various booths and tables in preparation for the show tonight. You still don't see Volt among the crowd, but somehow you can still feel his energy radiating off of every surface in the room.
As Eddie settles in on the bar seat next to you, you notice that he doesn't have a drink in his hand.
“Nothing for you?”
“I'd rather drink after the show, in case anything needs to be fixed up.” Ever-the-workaholic, Eddie refuses to indulge himself until everything is taken care of. “Are you going to stay after and help?”
“Of course.”
You'd like to say more, but you're interrupted by the intentional blinking of the lights, which signals that it's almost showtime.
This is the first time that you lay eyes on Volt, who is working on charming a customer into having just one more drink for the night, but you're too distracted by Eddie to say anything.
You notice that his arm is resting on the bar table, right behind you, but he hesitates on making contact with your skin.
You smile at the gesture - he's cute without trying to be - and you lean closer to Eddie until you're resting your head on his shoulder. Then, and only then, does his arm wrap around you to pull you even closer to him.
You decide to take it one step further, by nuzzling your head in your shoulder, which causes him to grumble.
“Comfortable?” Eddie grumbles in pretend annoyance.
He's enjoying this way more than he says he is.
You simply sigh contentedly as he gives your shoulder a light squeeze.
“Good.” He murmurs softly, only for you to hear.
You do your best to hide your laughter as Volt takes the stage. His magnetic presence draws every eye from every corner of the room as he introduces the first singer for the night.
Before he leaves the stage, his eyes find yours, and he offers you a flirtatious wink. Your face heats up from the gestures, and Volt smiles at the result.
The night flies by in a blur of music and people, and you're only aware of the passage of time when Eddie occasionally squeezes your shoulder, to see if you're still awake.
This would be far from the first time that you've fallen asleep in the bar - sometimes you and Eddie worked for a long time after the bar closed, and the combination of physical and mental exhaustion caused you to fall asleep before he could offer you a drink at the bar. Or you're listening to Eddie and Volt chat about the bar, while curled up against Volt's chest, and the mix of their voices and the soft thrum of electricity is enough to lull you to sleep.
Tonight, however, sleepiness seemed to avoid you. You were tired, sure, but your eyes seemed to be screwed open. Your phone was far enough away from you, for now, but it felt like a ticking time bomb was laying next to you as you awaited your doom.
Eddie notices - of fucking course he notices, he always does - and one-too-many glances to your phone causes him to say something between the second-to-last and last act of the night.
“Is there someone you'd rather be seeing?”
You know he's teasing, but you can't help but internally gag at the thought of your ex-lover being as close to you as Eddie is right now. You don't even want them in the same house as you, or even the same neighborhood or city.
Normally, you'd shoot back with something like, “Nobody but you, loverboy,” and you'd delight as his face discovered a new shade of pink to display on his handsome features.
But tonight didn't feel like a normal night.
Instead, you let out a deflated sigh before looking up at Eddie.
“It's quite the opposite, actually. I'd do anything to not see this person again.”
And there it slips out.
There it goes, flowing out of your mouth like a river of shit headed downstream. Luckily, you manage to save any remaining grace you have by shutting the fuck up, but the bomb's already went off.
The concern etched on Eddie's features makes your heart pound, but you still feel horrifically bad inside.
Despite being in more… compromising positions with Eddie and Volt, this is the most vulnerable you've ever felt with one of them.
And it fucking blows.
You can tell he's trying to speak, trying to say something that'll make you feel better, but the words don't come out. This isn't as simple as cutting your hand on a broken bar glass or accidentally shocking yourself with a fuse - Eddie can't gently scold you while wrapping your wound with spare bandages he keeps on hand. You wish he would pull your hand to his face, just as he would in one of those moments, to place a small kiss on the injury so “you'll feel better soon so you can get back to work”.
You steal the words from his mouth as you try to regain control of the situation and your emotions.
“Eddie, can you please make me another drink?”
You hate how needy, desperate, and distant you sound, but you need a quick pick-me-up, and if he's not going to offer it in words or affection, then you'll drown your sorrows in booze instead.
He says nothing, opting to press a very gentle kiss on your scalp before letting go of you.
“One more, then you're cut off. Can't have you trying to hurt yourself before we do any real work.”
You softly chuckle to yourself as you refocus on the stage. The final act is just wrapping up, and soon Volt will retake the stage to thank the crowd for coming tonight.
You find yourself awaiting his arrival as Eddie slides you another cocktail. In return, you hand him your empty glass. He dutifully begins to clean the glass as you watch him work.
You can't believe that you're letting some person from your past ruin what's in front of you.
You find yourself wanting to apologize, but the words won't reach your lips. Besides, what would you apologize for? Being a total fucking buzzkill?
Eventually, as Volt returns to the stage, Eddie retakes his seat next to you. His arm wraps around you again - this time, he holds you just a little bit tighter as you curl up next to him.
After Volt's ending remarks, people begin to file out of the Breaker Box. They mutter praises for the bar amid their scathing reviews of each performer. You always enjoyed the extra chatter that came with the bar, and part of you always missed that when you were closing up the bar. That, however, was made up in the fact that you had Eddie and Volt's undivided attention after the bar closed.
Just as you're about to see Volt, a wave of sleepiness finally washes over you, which causes you to rest your head on Eddie's chest.
“Live wire-” He gently warns you against further action, but you choose to ignore him as you press yourself against him.
“Stop squirming. You're making me uncomfortable.” You mutter as you hear someone walk towards you.
“You're uncomfortable? What about me?”
“You'll get over it.” You mumble into his chest, and you can hear him softly laugh as he adjusts his posture to make you more comfortable.
“Fine.” He begrudgingly says before moving his arm from your shoulder to your waist in order to better support you.
You feel yourself slip into the comforting embrace of sleep, but you force your eyes open when you hear Volt's voice.
“Live wire!”
You want to get up and greet him, but you are oh-so-comfortable where you are; however, you do weakly offer him one of your hands, which Volt gladly takes.
“Tired already, my spark?” Volt says before pressing a warm kiss to the back of your hand. “I should've caught you sooner, then.”
“I was looking for you, but I couldn't find you in the crowd, so I went and sat with Eddie.” You try to hide the disappointment in your voice, but it doesn't work on Volt.
“I'm sorry to disappoint, live wire. I'll happily make it up to you later, if you'll allow me to.”
“Please do.” You sleepily say as Eddie's other hand rubs up and down your back.
“They've been out of it all night, Volt. I got them to open up, but-”
“-But?”
“-it seemed like a sore spot, so I didn't want to pry.”
“Eddie, I'm sure you could've asked them something.”
“I didn't want to push them away after all they've done for us. What if I said the wrong thing and messed it all up? What then-”
You lift your head up when your phone starts to erratically buzz on the bar table.
“Oh, for fuck's sake.” You swear under your breath before laying your head back down. “Just leave me alone. I don't want to see you anymore.”
Eddie and Volt don't speak for a moment, and you're sure that they're sharing a questioning glance about what just happened.
“Are you talking about another object? If so, you'll find that Eddie and I can be very convincing-”
“Volt.” Eddie warns his other half, who chooses to ignore him.
“No, it's another human.” You softly say with a twinge of pain in your voice. “A human I should've let go of a long, long time ago.”
There's a beat of silence, between your confession and whatever reaction awaits you from Eddie and Volt.
“A human lover, I assume?” Volt asks with bated breath.
“Ex-lover, but yeah.” You feel a bit guilty after admitting all of this, but a weight feels lifted off of your chest.
It's enough to tempt you back into sleepiness, where you feel your eyes slowly shut as the world around you dims slowly into nothingness.
You can still hear Eddie and Volt, but they sound out-of-reach and far away, despite your closeness.
“My sweet, poor little wire… I suppose it wouldn't hurt to shock some sense into this human, right?”
“Volt.”
“Worry not, my sweet Eddie. It's nothing like you're thinking.” You can hear the smile in his words, but they still have some bite and agitation to them.
“Good night.” You murmur to no one in particular as sleep finally overcomes your body.
~
Your bed happily cradles your body as you awake from your slumber. You aren't hungover from the night before, but you still can't remember exactly what happened.
You were with Eddie for most of the night, and you remember seeing Volt after the bar closed, but that was about it.
I'm sure I'd remember if it was anything important.
As tempting as it is to roll over and go back to sleep, you have a few promises to fulfill with a few special objects in your house.
Your dateviators await you on your nightstand, along with your phone and a napkin that displays the Breaker Box logo on it.
You reach for the napkin first, and you're happy to see a small message on the napkin, written in Volt’s handwriting.
Sleep well, live wire.
~ E & V
You open the drawer on your nightstand and place the napkin with the small pile of other napkins that you've managed to collect from your nights out.
You go to grab your phone, to see if Sam or that strange Tinfoil Hat character has texted you, but you're stopped by the ring of a doorbell.
Your doorbell is ringing.
You fly out of bed before assembling a quick outfit of something that is moderately presentable. You're mindful enough to store the dateviators in a safe place, in case your company is someone who's looking for their whereabouts.
You grab your phone as the doorbell continues to ring.
“I'm coming. Hold on!” You yell before leaving your bedroom and descending down the stairs.
Your hand grabs the doorknob, but it refuses to open despite you unlocking it a few seconds ago.
“Dorian…” You mumble under your breath, and the door opens before you start lecturing your door.
Your mouth hangs wide open as soon as you see who's on the other side with a bundle of roses in their hand.
“Hey.” Your ex gives you a warm smile before handing you the flowers. “I got these this morning. They made me think of you.”
“Oh… um, thank you.” You awkwardly take the flowers from them as you try to figure out what they're doing here. “Would you like to come in?”
“I would, since you're the one who invited me over.”
You move out of the way as your eyebrows furrowed in confusion - you certainly would remember texting them, right?
Your ex heads further into the house as you shut your front door and pull out your phone to check your messages.
Surely enough, there's a plentiful stream of messages between the two of you, which only serves to confuse you further. The messages you sent don't even sound like you - they alternate between being too sappy or too passive-aggressive for your texting style.
It's almost like two different people wrote them…
You shake your head as you follow your ex into the kitchen, where they have already grabbed a vase and filled it with water.
“I still remember where everything is, as strange as it sounds. I don't remember the water in your sink being that hot - is there something wrong with your water heater?”
They place the vase on your kitchen table, and you carefully position the flowers in the vase.
“Last I checked, it was working fine.” You shrug before gesturing for them to take a seat. “Tea or coffee?”
“Coffee, please.” Your ex answers, and you happily oblige them as your mind tries to wrap itself around the predicament you're in.
It's blatantly awkward between the two of you, and you're not quite sure what to tell them about the situation you find yourself in.
“Listen, I wanted to talk about us-” They start as you place a coffee cup next to them before you take a seat on the opposite side of the kitchen table.
“-I do too.” You interrupt them before taking a deep breath. “I know I reached out to you last night and told you to come here, but I needed to tell you this in person.”
Awaiting your answer, your ex leans forward.
“We're done,” Your voice is shaky, but you manage to say the thing you've been wanting to say for years, “for good.”
Bewildered, they look at you before letting out a dry laugh.
“You're not serious, are you? You're just playing hard to get, right?”
“No,” You shake your head, “I'm serious.”
You want to shrink into nothingness when you sense their anger starting to emerge, but you have to stand your ground soon if you want to truly be done with this person. The part of you that would grovel and beg for their attention and grace has died, and a newfound sense of bravery emanates from you.
“You play with my feelings all night, getting all hot and cold with me, just to pull this shit?” They stand up suddenly, but you refuse to let them see any fear from you. “What is fucking wrong with you?”
You'd like to shoot that question back to them, but you don't feel like launching yourself into an argument that would make Dirk and Harper's fights look like child's play.
You, instead, turn your head away and begin to fiddle with your fingers from under the table.
“Is there someone else?”
Heat rises to your face, and your ex bitterly scoffs before slamming their hands on the table.
“I fucking knew it. You've been sleeping around, like a whore-”
“-I'm not a whore.” You respond with an equal amount of malice as you slowly rise from your seat. “And who would care if I was? We aren't together anymore.”
As the argument continues to heat up, you and your ex fail to notice the way the lights above you flicker and respond to your words.
“You're still mine-”
“-since fucking when? The last time you told me I was yours, you cheated on me three days later with my best friend!”
“That was a one-time mistake!” They scream before throwing their hands up in the air. “Are you incapable of forgiving and forgetting?”
“You broke my heart!” Your voice cracks as hot tears threaten to fall from your face.
You're so close to cracking and allowing them to comfort you, and they know it. They just have to push your buttons a little more, and then you're theirs again.
“Fine. Go off and enjoy your other lovers. I can't wait for them to see how boring you are. When they dump you, you'll come crawling back to me, just like the pathetic little thing that you are.”
A small tear runs down your face, and your throat is strangled by all of the words you want to unleash onto them. You feel - no, you are - a blubbering mess, and you will do anything for this argument to be over with.
A victorious smile appears on their face, but they're interrupted by the power cutting out across your house.
You thank your lucky stars as a convenient interruption will allow you to escape for a few moments.
“Sorry, there must be something wrong with the breaker box. I'll quickly go reset the power-”
“-let me. You were always terrible with handiwork around the house.”
Your ex brushes past you, and you take a moment to compose yourself before following them up the stairs.
“Where's the breaker box?” They ask as you reach the upstairs portion of your house.
“Second door on your right.” You say before grabbing your phone and turning on a flashlight for them to see with.
Although it was light outside, this part of your house didn't have many windows, so it was poorly illuminated without any ceiling lights.
Your ex quickly opens the door and proceeds to open up the breaker box as you provide them with enough light to work with.
“You're directing power to the wrong things. This switch should go the other way-”
As they reach out to touch a switch on the box, a forgotten conversation echoes in the back of your mind.
“My sweet, poor little wire… I suppose it wouldn't hurt to shock some sense into this human, right?”
“Volt.”
“Worry not, my sweet Eddie. It's nothing like you're thinking.”
“Wait, be careful, you might get-”
You try to reach out to them, but it's far too late. A loud crackle emerges from the breaker box once they touch it, and they recoil in pain.
“-shocked.”
“FUCK!” They screech as you cover your mouth with your hand. “What is wrong with your breaker box?”
“I don't know.” Choosing to play dumb, you shrug your shoulders. “Maybe you should try another switch?”
“Yeah, genius, I was planning on doing that.”
Resting their injured hand on their side, they take their other hand and attempt to touch another switch.
Your ex gets a similar result to their first attempt- a loud crackling sound followed by their howls of pain as they clutch both of their hands to their chest.
You can't help the laughter that escapes from you - this feels like sweet, sweet karmic justice after all of the times they've ripped your heart out of your chest and stomped on it.
“Oh, you think this is so funny, huh?” They grumble before hesitating to grab another switch. “Why don't you try touching a switch, jackass?”
“Sure!” You gleefully move past your ex as you shine your phone flashlight directly on the breaker box.
Instead of reaching for a switch, you place your hand on the side of the box.
A bit of electricity courses through your veins - not enough to mess with the beating of your heart, but enough to let you know that Eddie and Volt are there with you.
“Alright, show’s over, boys.” You mumble under your breath. “Help me out?”
Another jolt of power goes through your arm, which you take as a yes. Your hand goes to touch the first switch on the left, but the power turns on before you even have a chance to shock yourself.
“Thank you.” You quietly say before your ex pushes you aside.
“There's no fucking way that worked!”
You collide with one of the walls in the closet, and you grumble in pain. The hallway light flickers dangerously as your ex continues to investigate the breaker box.
“I mean, you didn't even touch anything!”
They attempt to close the breaker box door, but you see sparks fly as their skin makes contact with the breaker box again.
They let out a loud, frustrated scream as you allow yourself to smile and laugh.
“You set this up to make me look like a fucking idiot, huh?” Your ex learns from their first three attempts as they look at the circuitry without touching it.
“I think you did that yourself, to be honest.” You mutter under your breath, and a small buzzing sound comes from the breaker box.
Almost like a nod of agreement.
“Whatever. I'm done with this shit. Where's your band aids?” They grumble to you.
“Downstairs bathroom, under the sink.” You say as they step out of the closet. “Just be careful, that door likes to get… stuck sometimes.” You give them a gentle warning about Dorian as they angrily march down the stairs.
Once they are fully out of earshot, you turn off your phone flashlight before looking at the breaker box.
“I hope you know that you would have actually killed them if you went any further,” You begin to scold Eddie and Volt, but you're powerless to fight the shit-eating grin on your face. “but that was funny and, honestly, well-deserved.”
A happy buzzing noise comes from your breaker box. They're pleased that you're pleased with their efforts.
“I'll see you later, alright?” You quietly say before closing the breaker box for the day.
You swear you can hear a bit of buzzing, as if Eddie and Volt are chatting amongst each other, as you head down the stairs to say goodbye to a guest that has long overstayed their welcome in your house, thoughts, and heart.
Your ex seems more than happy to leave as they await your presence at the front door.
“Can't believe that the stupid band aid container closed on my hand.” They grumble as they look at their bandaged hands.
“I think it's time you go. For good.” You cross your arms and lean against the end of the stairway railing as they scoff.
“Yeah, I don't want to be in this shithole any longer than I have to.”
“Stop calling me and texting me from different numbers.” This harshness is cold and unfamiliar from you, but it seems to work as they pause before nodding and agreeing. “Get out of my house.”
“Don't have to tell me twice.”
Your ex opens the door with ease as you stand and watch them leave.
“Don't let the door kick your ass on the way out.” You cheerfully say as they head through the doorway.
“What is that supposed to mean-” They're barely out of your house before the door slams shut in their face.
You can't help but let out a hearty laugh, one that rings all the way through your house. A weight that has been on your shoulders for years has finally been lifted, and you've never felt freer in your life.
I think it's time to properly start my day.
~
By the time night falls on your house, you're dressed in something a little more formal as you aim your dateviators at the breaker box.
You open the door to the panel of switches, and once again, you're pulled into the bar.
Dorian offers you a quick nod as you enter the bar.
“I didn't think you were coming tonight, considering today's events.”
“Oh?” You turn to face him. “You mean when you slammed the front door in the face of my ex?”
“Just doing my job - keeping the bad ones out and the good ones in.” He cracks a rare smile that you happily reciprocate.
You don't have any more time to question Dorian as Volt approaches you with an alluring smile.
“Live wire, you look fantastic tonight!” He outstretches his hand, and you gladly place your hand in his.
He bends down and kisses your hand - an unusual approach, since he usually brings your hand to his lips.
“Volt-” You try to talk to him, but he's simply not having it.
“-my spark, I simply must assure you that today's antics were entirely my fault, and Eddie had not contributed at all-”
“Volt-” You attempt to use a tone similar to Eddie's, but he continues on.
“-though, if you do have some sort of punishment in mind, I'm sure Eddie wouldn't mind taking part of the blame from my shoulders so we can experience the punishment together-”
You place your free hand on his chest, and he finally pauses long enough for you to get a word in.
“Volt, I'm not mad. I know you're trying to protect Eddie, but I'm not upset at either of you.” A gentle sigh leaves your lips. “I'm just relieved that it's finally over.”
Volt seems a bit relieved with your admission, and he pulls you closer to his chest.
“I'm glad to hear that, my light.” He softly says. “It's a slow night, so I'll be able to give you my undivided attention.”
“I like the sound of that.” You tease him back before pulling him in for a kiss.
Electricity flows through every part of your body when you kiss Volt, and this time is no exception. You wonder how your heart can continue beating at the same rhythm when he's putting this much of himself into you.
You only part for air, and when you get enough air in your lungs, Volt recaptures your lips for another hungry kiss.
He pulls you to the side, away from prying eyes as your lips continue to meet with his again and again and again.
You're only interrupted by a quiet scoff, which causes you to pull away from Volt and look right into Eddie's eyes.
He would look pissed, to any onlooker, but there's a bit of intrigue and want in his gaze.
“Volt, don't you think you should start the show before you attract any more attention to yourself?”
Volt simply laughs before pressing one final kiss to your lips.
“Of course, Eddie,” He pauses to look at you, “but we're not finished here, live wire.”
Volt pulls himself away from you before planting a kiss on Eddie's cheek.
“I'll see you two after the show.”
With a seductive wink, he heads towards the stage as you bite your lip and turn towards Eddie.
You're full of renewed energy from being attached to Volt, so you'd love to do nothing more than pounce on Eddie and smother him in kisses and affection.
“Don't look at me like that, live wire.” His face heats up and he looks away for a moment.
You don't want to fluster him too badly, so you choose to wrap your arms around him and press a kiss to his temple.
“...You're irresistible.” Eddie says after a brief period of heated silence.
“But you love it.” You whisper as your face gets closer to his.
You can taste the whiskey sour on his breath as he breathes out for a moment, in an attempt to slow his beating heart.
You let him make the next move, and it doesn't take long for him to close the distance and gently kiss you.
The taste of whiskey coats your mouth as his hands tightly grip your waist. He parts from you much sooner than you'd like, but he still manages to make you breathless.
“You're feeling alright?” He asks as you try to form a coherent sentence.
“Never been better.” A genuine smile appears on your lips, and his smile matches yours, just for a moment.
“Good. I'll need you to help me with a few extra repairs, since we weren't able to work last night.”
You whine softly at the thought of working after the day you've had, but you're quickly shut up by Eddie when he gently squeezes your hips.
“I promise that Volt and I will make it worth your while.”
With that, Eddie leaves you in a flustered state as you watch Volt briefly entertain the crowd.
Who needs to think about ex-flames when you have those two to light up your life?
