Eddie Thawne (
causational) wrote2012-12-09 08:41 pm
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for Connor
[It's been half a year since his breakup with Iris, and it's been a few months that this has been going on now - after one drunken night where Eddie stumbled into the a different type of club than intended, gave his number out on the dance floor. A few obnoxious texts from Connor the next morning, and here they are, months later. It's hard to define what it is they have, but it's interesting, it's new, it's something completely different, separated from his previous way of life, and it feels intense. Passionate. Good.
Tonight it was a quick series of texts and Eddie's heading off to his apartment, with that thrill, the excitement, the knot in his gut. A knock on the door, and he leans against the doorframe in a bright blue henley and a leather jacket, waiting. Anticipating.]
Tonight it was a quick series of texts and Eddie's heading off to his apartment, with that thrill, the excitement, the knot in his gut. A knock on the door, and he leans against the doorframe in a bright blue henley and a leather jacket, waiting. Anticipating.]
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He opens the door, a light smile curling at the corners of his lips as he looks Eddie up and down briefly.
Blue looks good on him, and looks better when he curls his fingers a bit in the top beneath the leather jacket and draws him inside with a little bit of force. Connor himself is predictable in one aspect--the clean, sleek lines of black, expensive, comfortable that look more distinguished than moody against his skin. ]
That was fast. [ He didn't expect him to arrive so soon--not that that's a problem. It isn't as if he was unprepared. ]
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This is the strange part. Allowing himself to be dragged. Allowing himself to be pulled inside, to be pushed around. He's competitive by nature, though, and so he pushes the door shut behind himself, and tilts his head, lifting his hand and brushing his fingertips against the other man's wrist.]
Well, yeah. You seemed pretty insistent. Demanding? [A little smirk, because he's teasing, he's pushing for a very specific purpose.]
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Some say he should feel ashamed or upset.
Connor feels none of these things if the end justifies the means (mostly. There are some things that can't be justified. At all. But he can't dwell on those unless he wants to lose the warm, coiling heat in the pit of his belly. Guilt does not a good bedfellow make. ]
Nice to know you can read that just from a text.
[ I think I'll keep you if you can figure that out. Despite the fingers on his wrist, tapping his pulse, he pulls Eddie forward, leaning in and brushing his lips just barely against his own. ]
I'm a very demanding kind of guy. I don't like to waste time.