I Promise
Pairing: Eddie Munson x You
Summary: Eddie gives Evil Woman something special during a quiet moment together on Christmas Morning '85.
Contains: Sleepy Evil Woman, Playful Eddie Munson, teasing, biting, snark, fluff, Cinderella slander, a present, a rude interruption.
Words: 1k
"Merry Christmaaas."
If you ignore it, maybe it'll go away.
"I know you can hear meee."
Eddie, who you imagine is probably propped up on his elbow looking down at you from behind, leans down to kiss the side of your neck. You pretend you're not melting inside.
"I can see you turning into a pile of gooooo," he whispers.
Your smile betrays you.
"Knew it."
You open your eyes and look at the clock beside your bed.
"Why are you waking me up so early on Christmas, jerk?" you grumble into your pillow and close your eyes again.
"You're supposed to wake up early on Christmas, Mrs. Jerk."
You move your face a few inches to a cooler stretch of pillow, fighting a smile.
Eddie's lips meet your neck again, and you try not to let on how much--fuck. You moan quietly and lean back into him.
"You like that?"
"Hate you."
"No, you don't," he chuckles. "You looove me and you want to be mine foreeeever and you want to turn over so I can give you a present."
"Now?"
"Mhm," he hums, nuzzling his nose into your neck. "While it's just us."
"Can't move 'til you stop that."
"Stop what?" he asks, leaving a light kiss behind your ear. He knows damn well what.
"That," you whimper, completely immobilized.
"Let me help," he says, removing his mouth and putting a hand on your shoulder to roll you over onto your back so you can see him.
His hair is a mess. You snort. He narrows his eyes.
"What?"
"You look like the newest member of Cinderella." You smile sleepily and reach out to touch his out-of-control hair. He catches your hand before you can reach him and places it on the bed between you.
"Alright, no present for you."
"Eddieee," you whine, reaching for his hair again.
"Nope." You're awake enough to play now, and keep trying to get your hands into his hair. He blocks your every move with a karate chop.
"Some people find that hairspray and spandex thing attractive," you tease.
"We are no longer speaking. Good day, madam." He pulls the covers over your head and holds them so he doesn't have to look at you. Instead of fighting to get out, you lunge at his faded Dio shirt and bite where you imagine his nipple is. He yelps and lets you go, meaning you weren't far off.
You emerge from beneath the covers with a smirk. He's leaning over the side of the bed, fumbling with the jeans he'd left on your floor last night. You fight the urge to push him… not completely off the bed, just enough to make him panic and flail a little. He surfaces with his hand clutched into a fist before you can act on it.
"You gonna be nice if I give you a present early?"
"Maybe," you grin.
He holds his hand away from you and glares.
You pout.
He raises an eyebrow and waits.
"Fine." You roll your eyes in defeat. "I promise I'll be nice." You bat your eyelashes innocently, knowing he'll never buy it. He proceeds anyway.
"Close your eyes."
You close them for a second before a thought occurs to you.
"Eddie, if I open my eyes and your balls are in my face, I'm gonna keep biting."
He snorts. "Shut up," he orders, reaching for your hand. You grin and let him. You feel him slide something onto your finger.
"Okay, you can look."
You open your eyes and look down at… a mood ring. It's pretty and silver and the colors are already swirling as it adjusts from Eddie's temperature to yours. You love it. You admire it for a second before returning your attention to Eddie's face. He's chewing on his lip.
"…you like it?" he asks nervously.
You look at it again and pretend to consider it, just to make him sweat a little. You crack after a few seconds and come in for a kiss. "I love it," you mumble against his lips. He smiles and kisses you back.
When you're out of breath, you lie on your backs. You hold up your hand and watch the ring's color change again.
"Well, it's definitely not a purity ring," you observe.
Eddie snorts.
"Is it a promise ring?" you ask, half-joking. Promise rings are for good girls who find their one true love at church at the age of 16 and can't wait 'til they're old enough to announce a real engagement.
"I promise I'll bite it off your finger if you call it that," Eddie threatens. You can hear the smile in his voice. "It's an I Love You ring. 'Cause I saw it and thought of you. 'Cause I love you."
"Very eloquent, Edward," you tease.
"Shut up," he grumbles, knocking your knee beneath the covers with his own.
You laugh and turn over, landing nearly on top of him. You rest your chin on his chest and look up at him.
"It's perfect, Eds. I love it."
"Yeah?" he asks, looking smug.
"Yeah," you smile. You're so in love with this doofus, you don't know what to do with yourself.
You lean forward for another kiss, but a knock on your door interrupts before you make contact.
"Get up, freaks, it's present time."
You sigh together but don't move to get up just yet. You stare at each other for a moment, just soaking up a few more seconds of your first shared Christmas morning. And then Eddie's stomach rumbles, pulling you out of your reverie with a grin.
"C'mon," you say with a kiss to the tip of his nose. "There's cinnamon buns and a stocking with your name on it that needs to be looted."
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