I think you highly overestimate how gross you actually are and how presentable I actually got, but alright. I'm never gonna be upset about you throwing yourself at me.
[ Eddie flashes her another grin before pulling into the McDonald's drive thru, rolling his window down, tilting his head to look over at her. ]
Aw, Eddie. I was gonna get it 'cause you came to pick me up. [ She has a feeling she might not win this one, though, so... Becca orders her breakfast burrito meal with a Coke. Because she needs caffeine and she's too much of a coffee snob to drink McDonald's coffee. ] Next time, I got you.
And, actually, you're underestimating how presentable you are. You're fucking cute.
Nah, I insist. Next time. We both know this'll happen again.
[ Eddie gets a McGriddle meal with a Coke too, and within a few minutes they're back on the road, Eddie with one hand on the wheel as he tears into a hashbrown.
And if it's a little silly to blush at someone he's slept with multiple times calling him cute, well. He's fucking silly, flushed and smiling ear to ear. ]
Nuh uh. You're fucking cute. And hot. While hungover, too! And don't try and tell me otherwise, 'cuz you won't win.
[ She's looking at him. Can she tell he's all flustered over this? God. Be chill for once in your life, Eddie. ]
Okay, true. I guess. [ It's dripping with sarcasm, Eddie still grinning wide. ]
I definitely don't pull off the hangover look like you do, though. You're like -- rumpled and sexy. I'm more Rumpelstiltskin. No interest in anybody's firstborn, though. They can keep 'em.
[ She can kind of tell, but she also doesn't think he'd get all flustered over her. Like, she's not that special, okay? ]
You're not giving yourself enough credit, my guy. I've woken up next to you after we got fucked up the night before and I definitely still thought you were sexy as hell. Guess I'll have to make it more obvious next time.
[ Becca likes all the sex, but with Eddie especially, she really likes the morning sex. ]
[ On the contrary, Eddie thinks Becca's fucking incredible. Gorgeous, smart, hilarious, driven - he could go on. He's more than happy to be friends with benefits for as long as Becca wants, but - he wouldn't be opposed to more than that, either. ]
Okay, fine, fine, you win. But only because I can't deny that you make me feel sexy when I'm with you. So.
[ She's stunning, made up or not, morning after, eating McDonald's with smudged makeup in his passenger seat. He can't help reaching out to squeeze her thigh just above the knee, smiling at her before retracting his hand so he can turn in to Becca's neighborhood. ]
[ She can't help a proud little smile at that. Not so much for 'winning' as because it makes her happy to know she makes him feel sexy. As he squeezes her thigh, she reaches down to give his hand a quick squeeze before he draws away. He's always so sweet to her, she can't believe no one else has snatched him up yet. But that's all the better for her, or else they couldn't have this... whatever they are. Friends who fuck and flirt a lot. He seems satisfied with that, so therefore so is she. Why want more when she can't have it? ]
Good. I'll be doing the most to keep you feeling that way. And not just sexy. I'm gonna be your biggest hype man, and you can't stop me.
[ A little ego stroking in the midst of stroking their other parts can only make everything better, in her eyes. ]
It is bold of you to assume I'd ever try to stop you.
[ But two can play at that game, and he intends to. She's too modest for her own good, and Eddie takes every opportunity to try and convince her otherwise.
Eddie swings the van into his usual spot in the guest parking area of Becca's apartment building, killing the engine and pocketing his keys. ]
Now - don't forget to give me a five star rating.
[ With a laugh, he opens the door and climbs out of the van, slinging his backpack over his shoulder before closing it and walking around to the back to wait for Becca. ]
[ She undoes her seat belt and hops out of the van, McDonald's in hand. Her other hand reaches into a pocket for her keys, and she lets them in to head up to her apartment. It's the same as ever, clean and neutral tones, decorated with her weird, spooky interests. She gets her shoes off and makes a beeline for the couch to finish the rest of her breakfast. ]
Good to be home instead of waking up in a random living room.
Aw, stoppit, you'll give me a big head. I'm definitely not nearly that good a driver.
[ Eddie follows close behind Becca, Coke in hand, the other in his jacket pocket. He's gotten pretty familiar with her building, her apartment too. Seems he's over more and more often the longer things go on, and he's not complaining one bit.
He kicks out of his sneakers and flops onto the couch next to her, digging his sandwich out of the bag and biting into it with a satisfied sigh. ]
No kidding. Didja ever figure out whose house it was?
No idea. I saw a few other people still passed out, but didn't really pay enough attention.
[ She starts on her burritos, skipping the little packets of salsa. Too hungry to care. It's nice having Eddie there. He's been over so much that it's just comfortable, not all that different than when she's there alone. Except with him, she's usually way more stoned and having way better orgasms than she would by herself. She's not exactly complaining about that. ]
I... should probably be more careful, actually. One of these times I could end up at someone's place and it'll be a bad time.
Sounds pretty damn wild. I feel like these days I just go to chill nerd parties. [ Eddie laughs, recalling a few rowdy parties back home. ] The only reason I ever got invited to anything like that was 'cause I was the only one at my high school who they knew they could buy weed off of. Saw some shit, didn't usually get to do a whole lot.
[ Eddie crosses his legs, getting comfortable as he looks over at Becca while she speaks. She's a big girl, she can take care of herself, but something about what she says brings out something protective buried in him. The guy he used to be, who'd be so over the top and obnoxious to get the bullies to pay attention to him instead of his friends. ]
Yeah, uh - I was gonna say, if you're ever, like... Not in a good place, you should tell me. I'd rather come get you or grab you an Uber or something than know you're having a bad time, or in danger, or... Yeah.
[ Eddie licks his fingers as he finishes his breakfast, then grabs a napkin to take care of the rest. From there he unzips his backpack, pulling out a small sandwich bag with a hand-rolled joint inside, tossing it onto Becca's coffee table with a smile. ]
Maybe I should start going to chill nerd parties. It'd probably save me some trouble. [ It's said with a little laugh as she finishes up her burritos. She bags up the trash and quickly tosses it in the kitchen bin before sitting back down on the couch.
The joint catches her attention, and she smiles slowly. ] You'd probably be one of the first people I called if I was in a bad spot, to be honest.
[ Becca just trusts him like that, but she isn't sure she could explain why. Probably because he's such a good friend. That's gotta be it.
She reaches for the joint and takes it out of the baggie, scooting a little closer to Eddie in the process. A quick smoke, a quick shower, and then she wants to be all over him. ]
They're pretty fun. Less fights, or - well, less physical fights. You just get really heated arguments about fictional characters.
[ Eddie can't help smiling at that. He wants to be important to her. And he's sure he is, but he's not sure just how much. ]
Me? Hey - I'm glad. You know that you can call me anytime, right?
[ Becca scoots in close and Eddie digs his lighter out of his pocket before shifting closer to her, arm settling loosely around her waist. He flicks open the Zippo, sparking it before leaning in to light up the end of the joint, pulling back once the cherry's ready. ]
I'll have to learn more about fictional characters...
[ Most of her nerdy interests are about real things. Maybe Eddie will have to have lots of movie nights with her to get her caught up.]
Yeah, I know. You always have my back. And I have yours.
[ As far as Becca's concerned, he's her best friend. They just happen to fuck a lot. Never mind that she's extremely comfortable having him in her personal space, in her home, anywhere he wants to be within her general vicinity. It's a kind of closeness she doesn't just have with anyone, even other people she's fucked.
For example, the casual intimacy of slipping an arm around her to share a joint, she doesn't even flinch or pull away. She leans in, let's him light it, and takes a puff before passing the joint over. With practice, she's gotten better at this, she doesn't cough as much. ]
Oh, whatever. They'll argue about any damn subject you can think of. If it's niche and inconsequential, there's probably someone willing to argue it.
[ Eddie watches Becca's face as she takes the first hit. Sometimes he feels like a kid with a crush around her, starry-eyed and dreamy. He plucks it from her fingers as she offers it over, taking a long drag. His lungs are probably pitch black by now, and it takes a lot to get him really fucked up. He turns his head to blow the smoke away from her, then passes it back. ]
What kinda friend would I be if I didn't? I can't let you smoke the same skunk I sell to frat boys.
[ Her tolerance has gone up as she's been smoking more, but it still doesn't take much to get her to a point where she's really feeling good. She takes another drag when he passes it, blowing the smoke upward, and back it goes to him.
This little back and forth is oddly comforting to her. No, she can't explain why, and she's not going to think about it too deeply. It just feels nice, for some reason. ]
I mean, you could. I'd still smoke it. But I appreciate you giving me the VIP treatment.
[ Appreciation that she's choosing to show with a kiss to Eddie's cheek. For no other reason than because she wants to. ]
[ Eddie takes another hit, can feel it starting to go to his head, fuzzy and relaxed. Usually it works out well enough - Becca takes a few hits, Eddie makes up the difference, and they both get about equally stoned. ]
You're the VIP. I don't usually share. Besides, how shitty would it be if I made you smoke the nasty weak stuff while I sat here with the good shit?
[ Eddie grins as Becca leans in to kiss him on the cheek, squeezing her hip with the hand that's still around her. Okay, maybe the smoking doesn't help how handsy he feels when they hang out, but he can behave himself. He's here to hang out while she's hung over, and he'll gladly follow her lead on that front. ]
Not fair. You said no kissing you til you're cleaned up.
[ The VIP? How is she more special than anyone else? It just doesn't compute. But she doesn't really want to question it, because she isn't sure what the answer will be, and she doesn't want to make things weird. ]
You can't be shitty to me, it's impossible.
[ Hmm. Becca had said that. She'd been more concerned about him kissing her butt rather than a little kiss to... his other cheek. The grin she gives in return is slightly mischievous. ]
I don't think I said anything about me kissin' you.
[ Because frankly, that's what she's used to. But she doesn't say so, instead leaning in a little more. She still wants to go shower, she's just starting to feel quite good now, and isn't inclined to move just yet.
So instead, Becca kisses his jaw, then his ear. ]
Shotgun, then I'll go clean up, and then you can ravage me.
I'd say you shouldn't, but I've fucked some real douchebags in my time. I get it.
[ Eddie sighs as Becca's lips find his ear, his jaw, pulling her a little closer, squeezing her hip once again. ]
Well now. That's a pretty big jump from laying around in bed, but I'm definitely - definitely not upset about it.
[ He takes another hit, this time leaning in close to her. Lips just barely touching, Eddie slowly blows smoke into her mouth before pulling back, smirking. ]
I did say I was gonna throw myself at you after I shower. Letting you ravage me isn't much of a jump from that.
[ She takes in the smoke, holds it, and slowly blows it out to the side, away from them. Then, there's a giggle and a nod. Now she's getting all giddy and affectionate, which she's absolutely going to blame on the weed. ]
Okay, you got me there. I'm gonna have to praise the healing powers of McDonald's and weed for this.
[ She's so cute it makes him want to scream a little. Instead, he chuckles, the smoldering stub of the joint pinched between his fingers. ]
Mm, gladly.
[ Another long drag, and he leans in again, breathing out slow, controlled. Eddie knows he can't kiss Becca deep now, but fuck, he wants to. Instead he pulls back, blowing the last of the smoke away. ]
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[ Eddie flashes her another grin before pulling into the McDonald's drive thru, rolling his window down, tilting his head to look over at her. ]
Whatever you want. It's on me today.
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And, actually, you're underestimating how presentable you are. You're fucking cute.
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[ Eddie gets a McGriddle meal with a Coke too, and within a few minutes they're back on the road, Eddie with one hand on the wheel as he tears into a hashbrown.
And if it's a little silly to blush at someone he's slept with multiple times calling him cute, well. He's fucking silly, flushed and smiling ear to ear. ]
Nuh uh. You're fucking cute. And hot. While hungover, too! And don't try and tell me otherwise, 'cuz you won't win.
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This time, at least, she'll let him buy her breakfast. She knows she'll make it up to him one way or another. But is he... blushing?
Just her imagination. She tears her gaze away from him to start on her hashbrown ] We both can be cute, you know. And hot. And sexy.
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Okay, true. I guess. [ It's dripping with sarcasm, Eddie still grinning wide. ]
I definitely don't pull off the hangover look like you do, though. You're like -- rumpled and sexy. I'm more Rumpelstiltskin. No interest in anybody's firstborn, though. They can keep 'em.
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You're not giving yourself enough credit, my guy. I've woken up next to you after we got fucked up the night before and I definitely still thought you were sexy as hell. Guess I'll have to make it more obvious next time.
[ Becca likes all the sex, but with Eddie especially, she really likes the morning sex. ]
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Okay, fine, fine, you win. But only because I can't deny that you make me feel sexy when I'm with you. So.
[ She's stunning, made up or not, morning after, eating McDonald's with smudged makeup in his passenger seat. He can't help reaching out to squeeze her thigh just above the knee, smiling at her before retracting his hand so he can turn in to Becca's neighborhood. ]
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Good. I'll be doing the most to keep you feeling that way. And not just sexy. I'm gonna be your biggest hype man, and you can't stop me.
[ A little ego stroking in the midst of stroking their other parts can only make everything better, in her eyes. ]
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[ But two can play at that game, and he intends to. She's too modest for her own good, and Eddie takes every opportunity to try and convince her otherwise.
Eddie swings the van into his usual spot in the guest parking area of Becca's apartment building, killing the engine and pocketing his keys. ]
Now - don't forget to give me a five star rating.
[ With a laugh, he opens the door and climbs out of the van, slinging his backpack over his shoulder before closing it and walking around to the back to wait for Becca. ]
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[ She undoes her seat belt and hops out of the van, McDonald's in hand. Her other hand reaches into a pocket for her keys, and she lets them in to head up to her apartment. It's the same as ever, clean and neutral tones, decorated with her weird, spooky interests. She gets her shoes off and makes a beeline for the couch to finish the rest of her breakfast. ]
Good to be home instead of waking up in a random living room.
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[ Eddie follows close behind Becca, Coke in hand, the other in his jacket pocket. He's gotten pretty familiar with her building, her apartment too. Seems he's over more and more often the longer things go on, and he's not complaining one bit.
He kicks out of his sneakers and flops onto the couch next to her, digging his sandwich out of the bag and biting into it with a satisfied sigh. ]
No kidding. Didja ever figure out whose house it was?
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[ She starts on her burritos, skipping the little packets of salsa. Too hungry to care. It's nice having Eddie there. He's been over so much that it's just comfortable, not all that different than when she's there alone. Except with him, she's usually way more stoned and having way better orgasms than she would by herself. She's not exactly complaining about that. ]
I... should probably be more careful, actually. One of these times I could end up at someone's place and it'll be a bad time.
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[ Eddie crosses his legs, getting comfortable as he looks over at Becca while she speaks. She's a big girl, she can take care of herself, but something about what she says brings out something protective buried in him. The guy he used to be, who'd be so over the top and obnoxious to get the bullies to pay attention to him instead of his friends. ]
Yeah, uh - I was gonna say, if you're ever, like... Not in a good place, you should tell me. I'd rather come get you or grab you an Uber or something than know you're having a bad time, or in danger, or... Yeah.
[ Eddie licks his fingers as he finishes his breakfast, then grabs a napkin to take care of the rest. From there he unzips his backpack, pulling out a small sandwich bag with a hand-rolled joint inside, tossing it onto Becca's coffee table with a smile. ]
Here. For whenever you want it.
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The joint catches her attention, and she smiles slowly. ] You'd probably be one of the first people I called if I was in a bad spot, to be honest.
[ Becca just trusts him like that, but she isn't sure she could explain why. Probably because he's such a good friend. That's gotta be it.
She reaches for the joint and takes it out of the baggie, scooting a little closer to Eddie in the process. A quick smoke, a quick shower, and then she wants to be all over him. ]
You wanna light us up, hot stuff?
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[ Eddie can't help smiling at that. He wants to be important to her. And he's sure he is, but he's not sure just how much. ]
Me? Hey - I'm glad. You know that you can call me anytime, right?
[ Becca scoots in close and Eddie digs his lighter out of his pocket before shifting closer to her, arm settling loosely around her waist. He flicks open the Zippo, sparking it before leaning in to light up the end of the joint, pulling back once the cherry's ready. ]
My pleasure.
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[ Most of her nerdy interests are about real things. Maybe Eddie will have to have lots of movie nights with her to get her caught up.]
Yeah, I know. You always have my back. And I have yours.
[ As far as Becca's concerned, he's her best friend. They just happen to fuck a lot. Never mind that she's extremely comfortable having him in her personal space, in her home, anywhere he wants to be within her general vicinity. It's a kind of closeness she doesn't just have with anyone, even other people she's fucked.
For example, the casual intimacy of slipping an arm around her to share a joint, she doesn't even flinch or pull away. She leans in, let's him light it, and takes a puff before passing the joint over. With practice, she's gotten better at this, she doesn't cough as much. ]
Saving the good stuff for me, you spoil me.
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[ Eddie watches Becca's face as she takes the first hit. Sometimes he feels like a kid with a crush around her, starry-eyed and dreamy. He plucks it from her fingers as she offers it over, taking a long drag. His lungs are probably pitch black by now, and it takes a lot to get him really fucked up. He turns his head to blow the smoke away from her, then passes it back. ]
What kinda friend would I be if I didn't? I can't let you smoke the same skunk I sell to frat boys.
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This little back and forth is oddly comforting to her. No, she can't explain why, and she's not going to think about it too deeply. It just feels nice, for some reason. ]
I mean, you could. I'd still smoke it. But I appreciate you giving me the VIP treatment.
[ Appreciation that she's choosing to show with a kiss to Eddie's cheek. For no other reason than because she wants to. ]
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You're the VIP. I don't usually share. Besides, how shitty would it be if I made you smoke the nasty weak stuff while I sat here with the good shit?
[ Eddie grins as Becca leans in to kiss him on the cheek, squeezing her hip with the hand that's still around her. Okay, maybe the smoking doesn't help how handsy he feels when they hang out, but he can behave himself. He's here to hang out while she's hung over, and he'll gladly follow her lead on that front. ]
Not fair. You said no kissing you til you're cleaned up.
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You can't be shitty to me, it's impossible.
[ Hmm. Becca had said that. She'd been more concerned about him kissing her butt rather than a little kiss to... his other cheek. The grin she gives in return is slightly mischievous. ]
I don't think I said anything about me kissin' you.
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[ Another little peck and Eddie grins as he takes another drag from the joint, blowing the smoke upward and away from her. ]
Uh huh, and that's why it's unfair. 'Cause I'd like to kiss you a lot of places right now. Or at least shotgun a couple hits to you.
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[ Because frankly, that's what she's used to. But she doesn't say so, instead leaning in a little more. She still wants to go shower, she's just starting to feel quite good now, and isn't inclined to move just yet.
So instead, Becca kisses his jaw, then his ear. ]
Shotgun, then I'll go clean up, and then you can ravage me.
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[ Eddie sighs as Becca's lips find his ear, his jaw, pulling her a little closer, squeezing her hip once again. ]
Well now. That's a pretty big jump from laying around in bed, but I'm definitely - definitely not upset about it.
[ He takes another hit, this time leaning in close to her. Lips just barely touching, Eddie slowly blows smoke into her mouth before pulling back, smirking. ]
You want more?
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[ She takes in the smoke, holds it, and slowly blows it out to the side, away from them. Then, there's a giggle and a nod. Now she's getting all giddy and affectionate, which she's absolutely going to blame on the weed. ]
Yeah. Fuck me up, baby.
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[ She's so cute it makes him want to scream a little. Instead, he chuckles, the smoldering stub of the joint pinched between his fingers. ]
Mm, gladly.
[ Another long drag, and he leans in again, breathing out slow, controlled. Eddie knows he can't kiss Becca deep now, but fuck, he wants to. Instead he pulls back, blowing the last of the smoke away. ]
Fuck, you're sexy. You know that?
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