bombero | open post.

[Well, that's. That's a very specific choice he's made, not climbing onto the bed with her. Her dress landed so the skirt is a bit higher up on her thighs than is strictly decent, and she has to take a steadying breath because he's made himself comfortable in a very dangerous place.]

Not necessarily. We could do it at the same time? [It would maybe feel a bit less awkward than taking turns. Though she raises her eyebrows at him.] Though it looks like you might have had something else in mind?

( he shakes his head. ) Not really.

( yeah, he'd love to get his mouth on her at some point. he's not going to deny that. but that's not what buck said she wanted right now, so he's focused on that. however, that doesn't mean that he's not going to take advantage of his position to run his hands down her calves and slowly take off her shoes. he starts with her right leg, kissing her ankle bone before moving on to the left.

there, he takes a little more time. eddie doesn't know if she's self-conscious about the scars from the crush injury. it's hard to imagine buck self-conscious about most things. but whether she is or not, eddie is incredibly grateful that she still has her leg and can still work as his partner. that she's healed as well as she has. so he takes a moment to skim his lips over the various scars there, barely a ghost of a kiss. )

[She's probably insane to be relieved by that answer, but - she doesn't think she's ready for that, and she's also not sure if she would've been strong enough to deny him that, if he asked. So the fact that he doesn't ask is - it's good.

But he's not getting out of that position, either, and she watches with some bemusement as he takes it upon himself to get her out of her shoes. And her breathing shallows and almost halts for a second when she realizes the special attention he's paying to her scars.

She's not - she's not ashamed of them. If she was, then she'd keep them covered, always wear long jeans or something instead of the dress she'd picked out for their date. Yeah, sometimes people stare when she's out and about, but she has one hell of a story to tell if they ask. But no one's ever paid attention to them like this, in this intimate of a setting, and she's - she doesn't know how to feel.]

( appropriate attention paid to the reminder that buck is alive, and well, and able despite everything, eddie turns his attention to the rest of her. he kisses his way up her calf until he gets to her knee and--pauses. this feels like as good a point as any to check in. )

Okay? ( he asks as the tips of his fingers idly play with the hem of her dress. he's not going further with undressing her yet but he's very much like to. and would also very much like to get out of his own henley and jeans at some point. )

Yeah. [Her voice is a little thick with emotion that she doesn't really want to take the time to acknowledge and feel like Dr. Copeland would probably tell her to right now. Instead, since he's paused pretty much on the precipice of getting her undressed, she decides to take the initiative. She lifts her hips a bit so she can get the bottom of her dress clear of her lower body and pull the whole thing off over her head, leaving her in just the fancy underwear set she'd more-or-less promised she'd be wearing.]

( while he knew that buck was probably going to be wearing lingerie, that knowledge did nothing to prepare him for the sight of it. he swallows hard, eyes roaming across all the skin suddenly on display. )

God, you're beautiful. ( it feels like an understatement. but those are all the words he's got right now.

it takes him a minute to pull his brain cells back together. when he does, he reaches behind himself, grabbing the back of his shirt and stripping it off. he stands up so the jeans can follow--only to get a little tripped up as he realizes he hasn't taken his shoes off yet. )

... shit.

[Buck knows she looks good. It's not the most important thing about herself the way it might've come close to being in the past, but she knows that she's attractive, knows how to play up what's naturally there when she wants to. The smirk she gives him as he takes in the sight of her is smug and pretty self-satisfied.

Then he starts to follow suit getting undressed, and she's happily rewarded by the sight of his bare torso. It's not like she's never seen him shirtless before - he was literally shirtless the first time she saw him - but that doesn't mean it's not a beautiful sight. Not to mention there's something very different about seeing him shirtless in the locker room versus him taking his shirt off right in front of her, for her to see.

Then it's like he sort of loses his balance for a second, and she sits up incredibly fast to reach out and steady him by the arm. It takes a moment to realize what happened, and when she does, she has to bite back the urge to giggle at him.] Easy. It's not a race.

( an embarrassed flush crawls across his cheeks to the tips of his ears. he perches on the corner of her bed and quickly kicks off his shoes, not even bothering to untie them. his jeans are easy enough to finish shimmying off after that.

and then he's just--sitting next to her. on her bed. in his boxers. a little sheepish and a lot besotted. )

Not my smoothest move ever. ( he rubs a hand over the back of his neck. )

[This time she actually does giggle, warm and affectionate, as she shifts on the bed so she can swing a leg over him and settle, straddling his lap.] Well, you’re definitely going to lose some points from the judges on form, but I have no complaints about the end result.

( well. he rather likes that. especially since he can now get his hands on bare skin. )

Good. Yours is the only opinion I care about, anyway.

( reaching up to cradle her cheek in his palm, he gives her a cheeky grin before kissing her, right on that beautiful mouth of hers. )

Good, cause you're gorgeous. [And in her bed, which is extremely pleased with herself about. If only she could go back in time to when she first laid eyes on him and tell herself oh, just you wait. He looks even better now that he's under her and she has implicit permission to run her hands over those abs.]

( she has all the permission--implicit, explicit, perpetual. eddie would like it very much if she always kept her hands him. he'd forgotten, somewhere in the stress and later the grief, that touching and being touched could feel this good. that being intimate like this could be fun and not just an obligation or a way to avoid a hard conversation.

a happy noise rumbles up from his chest. her touch leaves little trails of electricity behind, tingling and setting him alight. his left hand drifts up her side until his fingers meet her bra. teasingly, he brushes his fingers back and forth right at the edge of the fabric. )

[For all that she had the best intentions, she kind of can't believe she's denied herself having this for as long as she has. Buck 1.0 might be behind her, but she's still a slut (semi-affectionate) at heart, and it's seriously a miracle that she's lasted as long as she has without straight-up jumping him. Maybe she really has grown as a person.

When she notices what he's focusing on, she arches her back slightly, casually putting her breasts a little more on display for him.] So, what do you think? The fancy underwear choice was worth it?

Absolutely. ( and, since she's given him the perfect opportunity, he can't resist bringing both his hands 'round to cup her breasts in his palms. god, does she have nice tits.

he rubs a thumb over her nipple, then leans down to pay her some more attention with his mouth. he starts at her collar bones and works his way towards her chest. ) I almost don't want you to take it off, but... ( his last kiss lands right where skin meets lace. )

Good, cause underwear this fancy does not come cheap. [Not that she bought a new set specifically for this date. She might've, actually, if she'd had more than a day's notice for it. She just couldn't help but tease him over it.

Her breathing quickens a bit the further down his mouth ventures.] Well, your chances of seeing them on me again sometime are looking good.

Good to know.

( he reaches behind her and unclips her bra. because he is absolutely taking that as an invitation to get it off her. and as tempting as it is to dive back in to peppering her skin with kisses, he takes a moment to just--look. and touch a little, thumb circling her areola but carefully not touching where she'd probably prefer him to.

it's a deliberate tease, but also a moment to pull his brain back together a little bit. because this isn't quite where he thought they were going to go with all this and he just wants to check in. ) This okay?

[Even without him touching it directly, her nipple still hardens under the attention. There's a slight flush building in her skin because for some reason, him just - looking at her like that is what's starting to get to her.

The question is a welcome distraction.] Yeah. I mean, I didn't picture us on opposite sides of the bed, keeping our hands all the way to ourselves or anything. [Admittedly, having a look, don't touch thing going could be pretty hot, but sometime in the future. Sometime when it's not the first time they get to touch.]

Okay. ( he plants one hand on the mattress behind him and leans back a little, his other hand still tracing circles and other swirling patterns on her chest. )

Do you-- ( the backs of his fingers brush between her breasts, down the line of her sternum to her navel, then back again ) --want to show me what feels best for you?

( otherwise he's happy to keep exploring and finding out what gets a reaction out of her. but he also wouldn't mind a little direction. )

[In reply, she places one of her hands over his, guiding it so that it's resting against her right breast. With her help, she leads him through brushing his thumb over her hardening nipple, then tweaking it lightly a few times.

Once she's gotten that started, she turns her attention to mouthing kisses along his jawline.]

( he keeps up the motions of his thumb, even as he lets his eyes close and his head fall back a bit to give buck room. there's a spot, right under his jaw on his left side, that has his breath hitching and a shiver rushing down his spine when her lips hit it. )

Buck... ( he says her name just to say it. to feel it roll off his tongue and into the quiet night. he switches hands, lets his left hold him up and his right pay attention to her other breast. )

[Her lips curve into a smirk against his skin when she finds that spot, and she spends a few more moments paying attention to it, stopping just short of anything that would actually leave a mark on it because that would be a very noticeable spot and it would be kind of a dick move without discussing it first. But that doesn't mean she can't explore whether or not there's a matching spot on the other side of his jaw.

If her hips are rolling slightly where she's basically seated in his lap, unconsciously seeking friction, then that's. Well. She hasn't quite noticed yet.]

( there is indeed a matching spot on the other side, a little closer to his ear, that gets much the same reaction out of him. a sharp inhale, a slight tremble. though the quiet moan that slips from his parted lips is due entirely to the motion of her hips.

his hand drops from her breast to her hip, and he pulls her in tighter to him, wanting a little more friction where he's hard under her. )

[She is absolutely memorizing those spots for future use even as she explores them now for the first time, and there's some warm feeling in her chest that's not just arousal at the thought that she can easily picture a future with him like that. Where she knows all those little things about him as well as she knows herself.

The sound of his moan and the change in the way he's holding her is what really makes her aware that she's kind of been grinding against him, and that's. Well, it's not bad or anything, but this is where she would probably be moving to something that they've already decided isn't happening tonight. Her body kind of - pauses, not sure if this is where they should disentangle a little.]

( the second he feels her pause, eddie is moving his hand back to more neutral territory. (though he's not sure anything really counts as neutral territory when she's only in her underwear.) he opens his eyes and tilts his head back down so he can get a good look at her face, trying to see if she's upset or uncomfortable. )

Buck...?

Hey.

[The truth is, Buck is actually not very good at setting boundaries in the moment. She's talked about this in therapy, how she doesn't trust her own judgment about these things because, when it comes down to it, her judgment has actually been pretty awful. It's part of why the plan of action she'd come up with had included deciding where they are in advance, when her head's clearer.

She still has to breathe through the urge to say fuck it and ignore all that careful thinking she's done because she knows that's not a good idea.] I'm okay. Just, maybe we should back off a little for a sec?

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... i cannot believe i missed my chance to use my eddie shirtless icon at the perf moment

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