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Stevie knocked on the door of Robin’s apartment, arms full of goodies for movie night. They had seen online how real movie theaters made popcorn and they were trying it out. Stevie had the seasoning, oil, and chocolate treat they would inevitably need after they finished all their salty popcorn.
“Jane Austen night!” Robin grinned as soon as she opened the door. Stevie squealed, greeted Robin’s cat, and set her supplies on the counter. The movie was already ready to go while they popped the popcorn and they started catching up right there in the kitchen, doomed not to start the movie for another hour because they were incapable of shutting up.
Sure enough, the TV had long gone to screensaver, the popcorn (delicious and exactly like the movies consumed) when they made their way to the couch.
“Wait, I told you all about my life, but what about yours, how’s your sex club girl?” Robin knew her name, she just liked teasing Stevie relentlessly.
Stevie sighed and blushed hard. “She’s not my girl, but she’s fine. She, uh, actually met Chrissy the other week.” Stevie looked sheepishly at Robin who’s eyes practically popped out of her head.
“She met Chrissy?” She repeated, dumbstruck.
“Yeah… And I know what you’re thinking, it doesn’t mean anything, okay? She just happened to be at the apartment and Chris was home and Eddie had to go.”
Robin’s face didn’t change from her shocked state. “She was at your apartment? Stevie, you don’t bring people home like that…”
“Rob, I know, but… oh god this is embarrassing. She wasn’t even there to do anything other than cuddle because I freaked out when we were having phone sex.”
“Stevie, what?” Robin blabbered.
“We started to have phone sex and I came before she wanted me to and I had a bad reaction to it, so she came over to comfort me. It’s not that serious, okay? Please don’t judge because sometimes you get a little judgy.”
“Steven Harrington,” Robin started. “Let me see if I can get this straight. You were having phone sex with your fuck buddy you have feelings for.” Stevie opened her mouth to correct Robin, but she just gave her The Eyes, so Stevie’s mouth snapped shut and Robin continued.
“You go to a bad mental place and said fuck buddy comes over to help you and meets your sister somewhere in the process and you keep asserting ‘it’s not that serious’.” Robin air quoted the last part of her sentence.
“Stevie, you’re a romantic, don’t even deny it. You have repeatedly told me you fall in love with far less than this. I’m not judging, I’m a useless lesbian too, but I want you to really think about where this is going and if it’s good for you. I know you’re having fun, but do you know what she wants? Is she trying to date?”
Stevie’s stomach sank, leave it to Robin to bring things up that Stevie was absolutely mentally avoiding.
“Robin, I don’t know, okay? But I’m having fun, shouldn’t that be enough?” Her voice pitched upward dangerously.
Robin gave her a sympathetic look. “Not if you want or need more, babe.”
“I don’t need more, okay? You say you know me, but I am telling you it’s fine, I’ve got it under control. I know what I’m doing.” Stevie snapped because if she didn’t she would cry.
“Okay, okay,” Robin said, putting her hands up. “I just worry about you. You’ve been through too much shit before to be heartbroken again and I just… if she doesn’t feel the same as you, I could see that happening.”
Stevie felt tears well up, threatening to spill over, but she tilted her head and blinked them away while Robin watched in pity.
“I know,” She whispered. “But please let me make this mistake. I feel like there’s something wrong with me sometimes, like do I fall for people who aren’t capable of loving me the way I do them?”
“Stevie,” Robin sighed and pulled her into a hug, squishing Stevie’s face against her bony shoulder. “There’s nothing wrong with you. You love hard, in every aspect of life. And I don’t know… girl comes over immediately when you need help? That seems like a good sign. Just think about having a conversation, okay?”
Stevie sniffed and nodded, still a little in her head and reviewing all her relationships. She never really dated seriously until Tommy and that was a disaster. Every guy she had tried since then fizzled out. They were boring, something always came up that made Stevie wrinkle her nose.
Eddie was exciting. Everything she did was interesting to Stevie, Stevie was hung up on her every word. It was like a breath of fresh air after being inside all day. And Stevie found all facets of Eddie fascinating, especially how passionate she was about what she did, her hobbies, her job, her role in the club community, her place in Stevie’s life. Stevie related to that hard; she had never been one to half-ass anything.
“Mr. Darcy time?” Robin asked, stroking Stevie’s hair.
“The one man who could never disappoint me,” Stevie sighed.
They watched the movie with their usual rapture, screaming at the hand flex and sighing at the end when Mr. Darcy and Lizzie kissed.
“Do you love Eddie?” Robin asked quietly over the credits.
Stevie felt a warm glow in her gut that was quickly doused with the cold chill of anxiety. “I can’t say it, Rob, because then it’ll be real.”
—
The next time Stevie saw Eddie, she had a proposition.
“Did you know the club has a strap sucking competition twice a year?” Eddie grinned viciously. It was evil to ask right after Stevie finished bouncing in Eddie’s lap, pussy covered in slick, head still a little up in the air.
“Yeah?” Stevie asked, head getting a bit clearer.
“Yeah, it’s in a couple of weeks, you wanna do it?” Eddie tipped Stevie’s head up to look at her.
Stevie’s heart seized. She could never say no to anything Eddie asked, and she loved sucking Eddie’s strap, doing it in front of an audience sounded like a one-way ticket to hot sex and she had been curious about how to perform at the club for a bit.
Stevie nodded a yes to Eddie’s question and started pawing at her harness, but Eddie slapped her hands away.
“I know my princess hasn’t forgotten that we use our words and ask for the things we want.” Eddie purred.
Stevie swallowed, not wanting to be bad. “Wanna suck your cock at the club, wanna eat you out now.” Stevie blinked up with eyes she hoped would break Eddie down.
Eddie chuckled and leaned in, close enough that their lips were touching, but her arm stopped Stevie from kissing her. “Hmm those sounded like demands, and I don’t listen to those.”
Stevie whined and tried to get her head back. She pushed herself off her stomach and onto her heels, where she could feel the pulse and squish of her bare wet pussy.
“Please, daddy? Can I suck your cock in front of everyone? Can I eat you out now, wanna make you feel good, please please, daddy?” Stevie even clasped her hands together for effect.
“Good slut, come on, make daddy come,” Eddie laughed as Stevie jumped at the praise and permission.
Later, when they were both sated and cleaned up and were in their regularly scheduled after-sex cuddle, Stevie brought it up again.
“We should probably practice, right?” She whispered, not wanting to break the silence too much.
Eddie peeked one eye open, “Practice what, sweetheart?”
Stevie blushed and buried her face in Eddie’s arm. “Sucking strap. If we wanna win.”
“You are so cute. Are you trying to kill me?” Eddie laughed.
Stevie lifted her head and looked at Eddie with big eyes. “Not on purpose,” She protested.
“Sweetheart,” Eddie said, taking Stevie’s face in her hands. “Of course, we’ll practice. I love a girl with a game plan.”
Stevie perked up, “I played volleyball and swam in high school you know! Was even captain.” Her brain skipped past the “I love” from Eddie. She was too focused on winning something to notice the turn of phrase.
“Were you? My little sporty girl, huh? How on earth did I land you?” Eddie’s face was impossibly soft, but Stevie pawed at her strap, still wet from use.
“Eddie, please, can we practice?” Stevie begged.
“Insatiable girl,” Eddie muttered with a smile. “Can you go again? I’m gonna wanna fuck you once I see my cock go down your throat.”
Stevie nodded vigorously, almost making herself lightheaded.
Eddie laughed darkly and grabbed her by the back of the head, forcing her down. “You wanna practice so bad, my sweet, sporty, competitive girl. Wanna go dumb for me, hm? Then suck daddy’s cock.”
—
When Eddie picked Stevie up on the evening of the competition she was a bundle of wires, like if anything touched her wrong she would start a fire. She waited jittery by the door in the outfit Eddie told her to wear (which made her heady, Eddie telling her exactly what to put on, down to the underwear. Because “no one else should be seeing my pussy while you suck my cock.” Stevie knew she should be scared of the possessiveness, but it was hot and she was into it.”) and picked at her nail bed.
Chrissy was thankfully not around or else it would have been awkward when she dashed out of her room in her outfit when Eddie knocked heavily.
“Wow, sweetheart,” were the first words out of her mouth. She openly appraised Stevie, looking hungry. “You look as amazing as I knew you would.” She pulled Stevie into a warm hug that was unexpected, but welcome considering her nerves.
Stevie was wearing a white baby tee that showed off a little of her middle with no bra. Eddie was very specific about no bra. It made Stevie a little uncomfortable, she liked her tits to sit a little higher than they were naturally, but she wanted to make Eddie happy, so she forwent the bra as instructed. With the baby tee, Stevie wore a pleated miniskirt with crotchless sparkly stockings, pink cotton panties, and boots for comfort.
When Eddie had told her boots, she raised an eyebrow, protesting that she had heels that she could wear. Eddie laughed and told her to trust her, she would want some boots.
Eddie was wearing a cut-off band tee and jeans, one of her regular looks for the club, and if Stevie felt carefully she could feel the length of silicone tucked up in her jeans.
“Soon,” Eddie whispered into her ear, no doubt feeling the way Stevie shifted into their hug so she could feel the strap in her pants.
“Ready?” Eddie asked, pulling away. Stevie didn’t answer and her nerves must have shown on her face because Eddie continued. “Just do it the way we practiced and you’ll be perfect. Once we’re there you’ll barely be thinking about anything outside of the task at hand, okay?”
Stevie flushed and nodded, her eyes cast downward. She started to follow Eddie down the hallway, thankful her door locked automatically and she didn’t need keys or to bring anything else with her.
When Eddie noticed Stevie trailing behind her, she stopped.
“Hey,” She said, waking Stevie out of whatever nervous stupor she was in. Eddie grabbed her arm and pressed her up against the hall wall.
Stevie barely had time to react before she was being kissed sloppily. She melted into the kiss, forgetting what she was even worried about in the first place. Eddie sucked on her lip and tongue and moved her mouth to Stevie’s jawline, leaving her mouth open to make noises inappropriate for the apartment hallway.
“Shhhh,” Eddie laughed between kisses. It was unfair to shush her when Eddie sucked a hickey into Stevie’s neck and tweaked her nipples through her shirt. Suddenly, Stevie felt like she was floating, like she was on a cloud. Eddie kissed every worry away.
“Better?” Eddie asked when she came up for air. Stevie blinked and nodded, which Eddie laughed at. “Knew you just needed to get out of your head a little first, now come on, baby doll.”
Eddie took Stevie’s hand and tugged her along into her car. Stevie barely registered the drive, but Eddie kept rubbing her over her panties, making her spread her legs more and more throughout the ride. Stevie looked down at one point and giggled.
“What’s so funny, sweet girl?”
Stevie giggled again, looking down at her spread legs. “Slutty.”
Eddie burst out laughing. “Yes,” She said, digging her fingers into Stevie’s panties a little harder. Stevie moaned and threw her head back. “Very much so.”
Eddie didn’t let her come, withdrawing her fingers as they got to the club.
“Remember what we practiced, sweetheart,” She whispered conspiratorially in Stevie’s ear as they walked in.
Stevie was surprised by the number of women there as usual, it was an even mix from what Stevie had seen, it seemed obvious when she thought about it for more than 5 seconds.
She giggled again, feeling Eddie’s hand on her back and the float in her head. Eddie ignored her as they pushed past a crowd of women, but Stevie caught a little smile that played at her lips momentarily.
Eddie signed them up to go in the competition and took her to her favorite wall while they waited. Stevie whined, she wanted to watch the other performers, but Eddie shushed her, said she knew best, and that shut Stevie up quickly. That, and the way Eddie played with her hair, the way she rubbed her arms for comfort, the way she hooked a hand around Stevie’s waist to bring her closer.
“Daddy?” Stevie asked, her pussy throbbing at how softly Eddie was treating her.
Eddie blinked like she was surprised at the word. “Yes, baby doll?”
“You’re nervous,” Stevie stated, as obvious as something in front of her.
Eddie chuckled and ducked her head so her nose ran along the column of Stevie’s neck. “I gotta show all these people what a good and perfect baby you are. Of course I’m nervous.”
Stevie shivered at Eddie’s breath on her and turned around so she was facing her. “I’m gonna win,” She said, kissing Eddie lightly.
Eddie raised an eyebrow. “Oh, are you now? How do you know?”
Stevie took a moment to think, thinking was so hard when she was around Eddie sometimes. “‘Cause I love your cock.” She shrugged.
Eddie laughed again but wasn’t able to respond because their number was called. Stevie clapped her hands as Eddie led her to the stage.
The emcee announced their names and the scene started. They had practiced ,rehearsed, but Stevie started to get a little ball of nerves in her stomach. She wanted to win so badly, show everyone what a good baby she was, how well she treated her Daddy, show off how Eddie was hers .
“Get on your knees,” Eddie instructed, just like they practiced. Stevie slammed down, wincing as the rhinestones on her stockings cut into her knees. “What’s that frown for, baby? Do you wanna show how much you love Daddy’s dick?”
Stevie nodded fast and Eddie caught her face in one of her hands. She leaned down and kissed Stevie filthily while her other hand opened her jeans to free her cock. Stevie felt the air disturb as the silicone popped out. She gasped into the kiss and reached up to grab at Eddie’s cock.
Eddie pulled away from the kiss with a grin and a string of saliva connecting the two of them. “Greedy slut,” Eddie praised and Stevie smiled up at her. She couldn’t imagine what she looked like. Spit staining her mouth, nipples hard, panties peeking out of her skirt. She did look like a slut.
Stevie started blowing Eddie, slowly at first, how she liked to. She had a vague thought in her brain about the steps that she and Eddie rehearsed for this moment, but her brain was gone, evaporated the moment Eddie pulled her cock out and Stevie got her mouth on it.
She lost herself a little, bobbing and stroking the forgiving silicone. She was in that hazy space where nothing mattered except Eddie and her cock. She was shocked out of her hypnotic stupor when Eddie started rolling her hips, no longer allowing Stevie to play how she wanted.
She squeaked around the cock, biting it just a little and it was yanked out of her mouth. She whined, being deprived was worse than Eddie taking what she wanted how she wanted.
Eddie laughed, a little cruelly. Stevie couldn’t access the part of her brain where she knew it was an act, tears sprung to her eyes as Eddie crouched down and laughed at her.
“Little baby whining because I took her favorite toy? Well baby, you were just too sweet for me, sometimes daddies need to take what they want.” Eddie’s voice was husky with arousal, her eyes wild and focused on where Stevie’s nipples poked against the thin fabric of her shirt. She pinched one and tweaked the other. “We have got to get these pierced,” She said almost as an aside to herself.
Stevie blinked. She was confused as to why Eddie wasn’t letting her put her cock in her mouth. It was too far away and Eddie kept talking. The crowd cheered and Stevie suddenly remembered they were performing. Her brain soupily got there, but not before Eddie’s hand pushed her onto her back and she was being straddled.
“Daddy?” Stevie whispered.
“Don’t worry, honeybun, you’re just gonna make Daddy feel good.” She grinned and winked to the crowd that was chanting something that Stevie couldn’t make out.
Eddie lined up her dick to Stevies lips and started pushing in. Stevie opened her mouth to let her in and gagged when she was flush with the harness. Eddie pulled out, to Stevie’s relief, but then thrust back in. In and out, rolling her hips, the harshness of it juxtaposed by how sweetly she petted Stevie’s hair.
“Good girl, taking me so well, fuck you’re amazing,” Eddie panted, fucking into Stevie harshly. The crowd went wild and Stevie’s insides warmed. Eventually, their time was up and Eddie pulled out of Stevie’s mouth. Even after everything, Stevie whined at the loss, her lips still connected to the silicone by a long string of viscous spit.
Eddie helped her up and took her to one of the couches away from the stage. She was maneuvered in Eddie’s lap and two protective arms wrapped around her, warming her. She kissed her face all over and whispered what a good girl she was. Stevie preened under the praise and practically purred in happiness to be curled up in Eddie’s lap.
She tilted her head for a kiss, which Eddie obliged sweetly. There were people all around but it felt like it was just them. As if they were the only two people in the room.
Eddie’s fingers drifted to Stevie’s tits where she took advantage of their near-nakedness and sensitivity. It was then that Stevie realized neither of them had gotten off and just how turned on she was. She squirmed in Eddie’s lap only for her nipple to be meanly pinched.
“You’ve been so good, baby. Daddy will take care of you in due time. You know I will, now stop all that moving,” Eddie warned.
Stevie complied, but she wasn’t happy about it, pouting and pissed that Eddie ignored the pout, not saying reassuring things as she usually did.
Suddenly the music stopped and a voice came through the speakers. “Okay! I have the results of the fifth annual strap sucking contest!”
Stevie perked up on Eddie’s lap, straining her ears so she wouldn’t miss it. Eddie smirked and held her waist so she wouldn’t fall.
“In third place and the winners of a $20 gift card, Tina and Dana!” A ball of nerves grew inside Stevie, there were still two more chances for her to place. “In second place, and the winners of a $50 gift card, Shane and Rosie!” Eddie’s grip tightened on her waist and she felt anxiety thrum through her.
“And finally, the moment you’ve all been waiting for! First place and the winners of a brand new harness… Isa and Frannie!”
Stevie’s heart dropped to her stomach and tears welled in her eyes. She really thought she could win. She felt silly as she blinked away her tears, silly that she was crying, silly that she felt she could win, silly for Eddie who gave the performance of a lifetime to not win either, silly that she felt her feelings and ignored Eddie’s.
Eddie pulled her back against her chest and Stevie didn’t have time to wipe her last tear away before Eddie looked at her face.
“Baby, are you actually upset about this?” Eddie’s sickly sweet tone caught her by surprise. Stevie wobbled between real consciousness and subspace and she was emotional. She pushed her bottom lip out and nodded. Eddie’s face morphed and she raised an eyebrow.
“Did my sweet girl really think she could win? Such a big ego about her skills she thought she could win on your first try? You’ve only been Daddy’s sub for a few months, baby doll. No no no, we have to train you up better than that.”
“Just thought we did good… I did good.”
Stevie felt her lip wobble and tears leak out of her eyes. She knew Eddie was right, she just didn’t know why she had to say it out loud. She usually loved when Eddie did this to her, being playfully condescending, but it hurt. It reminded Stevie of when she had done something wrong as a child and had to sit through a yelling session telling her all about what she had done wrong that she already knew.
“I’m- I’m good,” She whimpered. If she didn’t know anything she knew she was good.
“Good? Baby doll, you’re pouting and crying and throwing a fit because you didn’t win.”
She sniffed and hiccuped as Eddie continued. “Thought you didn’t like being a brat, hm? Where did my sweet girl go? She’s been replaced by this egomaniac.”
She didn’t really know what happened next. She stopped crying, she stopped arguing, she went completely silent and Eddie’s face morphed into one of concern. Not that Stevie noticed, she was too busy spiraling. She felt Eddie scoop her up and she vaguely thought that she was impressed, she didn’t know Eddie was that strong.
She was laid on something soft and the music muffled. The lights changed and all of a sudden Eddie was pressed up against her, shushing her, petting her hair, telling her how well she did, that they would win next time, how sorry she was. Her voice no longer had that sickly sweet quality, she just sounded like genuine Eddie.
She felt like she woke up. She was in one of the private rooms in the back, Eddie was glued to her spooning from behind. Eddie shot up as Stevie stirred.
“Hey, baby doll. How are you feeling?” Eddie asked, slinging an arm around Stevie’s middle as she shifted to her back.
“Eddie…” She breathed. “I’m so sorry we lost.” Steve fixated on it, it was the loss that made her feel bad.
“No no, sweet girl, you have nothing to apologize for. Did you have fun doing it?” Eddie’s face was impossibly soft and beautiful in the low light of the room.
Stevie just nodded, the words alluding her.
Eddie stroked her cheek with her thumb. “Good, I’m glad. That’s all that matters. I don’t care if we didn’t win honey. It was rigged anyway, you were the best one up there. By far.”
Stevie sighed happily, nuzzling into the crook of Eddie’s arm which curled and helped her sit up straight.
“Do you want to go back to my place?” Eddie whispered.
Stevie considered it. She didn’t really want to have sex, but sleeping next to Eddie was exactly what she wanted. She didn’t really know how to answer, but Eddie continued, sensing her hesitation.
“I just want to give you a bath and tuck you in, that’s all. You did so amazing tonight.”
Stevie nodded, grinning at Eddie. Still feeling the tendrils of subspace, but further out of it than she had been at any other point of the night.
The car ride to Eddie’s lifted her out of her space completely as she sensed anxiety and nerves radiating from Eddie as she drove.
“You okay?” Stevie said, nervous for the answer. When Tommy shut down on her like this it meant he was about to break up with her.
“No, sweetheart. I’ll talk about it when I’m not driving, okay?” Eddie answered. Stevie stiffened before Eddie continued. “It’s not about you, you’re amazing.”
Stevie relaxed a little bit but picked her cuticle until they parked.
Eddie turned the radio off, unbuckled her seatbelt and turned to face her.
“Stevie, I am so sorry I didn’t realize you were upset sooner. I thought you were playing a bratty little game and I didn’t understand until it was too late. I feel terrible that I just let you cry and think I was upset at you. I feel like I ruined the night.”
Stevie's jaw dropped open. She never for one second was angry or upset with Eddie for what happened. Stevie was actually upset and Eddie’s mocking didn’t help, but it was a quirk in miscommunication, she just couldn’t believe Eddie was apologizing, especially when it was Stevie’s emotions that put them in the situation.
“You- you didn’t.” She managed to stammer out.
“I did though, I pushed you past your boundaries, I made you cry. We could have stayed longer, had more fun if I hadn’t pulled that shit.” Eddie put her head in her hands and for a moment, Stevie didn’t know what to do.
She reached out and pulled Eddie into a hug, she petted her hair. “It’s okay. Mistakes happen. I’m okay, I had fun. I was being silly upset we didn’t win. It wasn’t actually that serious for me.”
Eddie pulled back and she had tears in her eyes. “You mean it?”
“Yes, baby,” Stevie smiled, almost shocked the pet name came from her. It wasn’t something they had done before, usually it was the other way around, but it felt good, it felt right, and it also felt like she was veering into dangerous feelings area.
“What do you need from me right now?” Eddie asked, suddenly serious.
“Ummmmm, a hot shower and cuddling and sleep sound amazing. Oh, and wearing a big shirt and getting out of this thong.”
“My princess, I will give you all that and more to make it up to you.” Eddie put a hand over her heart and bowed her head. Stevie laughed, she loved when Eddie got all dorky.
First, Eddie took her to the bathroom and started a shower for her. The room got steamy as Eddie set out everything she would need for the shower. Body wash, makeup wipe, face cleanser, loofah with the tag on, two fresh towels (“One for your hair,” she explained while shrugging as if it wasn’t the most thoughtful thing Stevie ever experienced), a toothbrush and mouthwash, all ready to go for her.
Stevie took in all the stuff in front of her, most of it new and untouched. “Eddie…” She started, overwhelmed with everything. “These are my brands, how…” She trailed off in amazement.
“Thought it might be useful one day,” She smiled and brushed her hand down Stevie’s arm. “Take as long as you need, I’ll be here.” And then she disappeared, leaving Stevie with her mouth agape from the display of tenderness and care.
Stevie felt a warmth grow inside her that she had been trying to push down, but here, faced with physical evidence of Eddie’s caring, she couldn’t deny anymore. She really liked Eddie, and not in a friendly way. She wanted to be with her, she was all Stevie thought about, she couldn’t picture her life without her anymore.
She also felt another sensation, her neglected pussy pulsed from the display in front of her. She groaned, annoyed at herself that she found Eddie’s gesture so attractive when all she wanted to do 20 minutes before was get into bed. Now she was ready to jump Eddie’s bones.
She shook her head and got into the shower, taking her things with her. She didn’t try to hurry up like she would have at Tommy’s place. She took her time washing her hair, scrubbing her body so she felt squeaky clean, and towel drying.
By the time she was done, the room was thick with steam and she felt relaxed and exhausted.
She wrapped her hair and body in the towels that Eddie so generously provided and opened the door, letting the steam spill out into Eddie’s warmy lit room. Eddie was lying on the bed, reading a book in sweatpants and a sports bra. Stevie’s eyes roamed hungrily up and down her frame, noting the little trail of hair under her belly button that Stevie wanted to stick her face into. She moved her gaze up the flat expanse of her stomach to her chest and then finally her face, which was locked on her. It seemed like Stevie wasn’t the only one looking luxuriously as Eddie’s eyes swam across Stevie’s body, settling on her chest and thighs, two parts that Stevie had been so self conscious of in the past.
Stevie climbed on top of Eddie, still in her damp towel, but she didn’t care, she just wanted to kiss her. Eddie smiled into the kiss with a little “oof” as Stevie settled her weight on her. After a while, Stevie got cold and shivered from the damp towel that was slowly coming loose the longer they kissed.
“Let’s get you in some clothes, sweetheart,” Eddie said, smiling at Stevie warmly with both hands cupping her face.
Stevie shook her head. “Thought you liked seeing me naked,” She joked, but then her teeth started chattering. Eddie gave her a look and she conceded, letting Eddie out from under her.
Eddie came back with a big shirt and sweats, which Stevie reached out for. This time it was Eddie who shook her head.
“Eddie, I’m not helpless, I can dress myself, you know,” Stevie joked. But the look she was met with was not a smile or jovial. It was grave, hurt, sad.
“Stevie… I know just… please let me do this?” Stevie thought she saw tears gathering in Eddie’s eyes and even though she was a little offended at Eddie’s insinuation that she couldn’t get dressed without Eddie, she saw this meant something probably more to Eddie than she would know. It was a little strange and Stevie didn’t really understand it, but she held her hands up in a mock surrender, trying to keep it light since Eddie’s mood had dipped.
Eddie gave her a slight smile and peeled the towel off. Stevie was usually self conscious of her breasts. They were too big, one was bigger than the other, her nipples huge and lopsided, with some hairs growing around the areola, and they weren’t perky like they were supposed to be, creating an upside down V of cleavage whenever she didn’t wear a bra. The way Eddie looked at them, though, healed her a little bit. She always captured a nipple in her mouth or deft fingers whenever they had sex or fondled them without heat after they lay together after.
When the towel fell away, Eddie stifled a gasp and her hand reached out to hold one of Stevie’s breasts in her hand. She got up from her kneeling position on the floor and Stevie’s mind swam. She was turned on, Eddie must surely see it, but she had also said she didn’t want to have sex before they had parted for her shower. And she could go either way, but the way Eddie touched her and hovered above her made her think less than pure thoughts.
Eddie kept her hands on Stevie’s chest and leaned down for a soft kiss. Stevie made a noise of surprise and Eddie moved her kiss across her jaw to the shell of her ear.
“You were so good tonight, Stevie. The most precious thing in the world. You are everything to me.”
Stevie blushed and rubbed her thighs together, the praise doing even more for her. “Thank you,” she delicately whispered back. She tried not to read into Eddie’s words too much, but she would with Robin later. She tucked them away for later like the last delicious morsel of food on the plate.
“My sweet girl,” Eddie continued as she moved back to her lips. They just sat there and kissed gently until Eddie broke the kiss and grabbed the shirt she had gotten out for Stevie.
“Arms up,” She said. Stevie felt a little ridiculous, like she was a child, but pushed it away in favor of feeling good, safe, and protected. The shirt felt soft and luxurious even though it was only a cotton blend, but the washes and wears had turned it into something precious.
Eddie slipped some panties on her, which Stevie vaguely thought was odd because Eddie didn’t wear panties like she did. Then came the sweats and Stevie was all warm and snuggly and tired. She yawned and Eddie chuckled, kissing her forehead and pulling her down onto the bed.
Eddie curled up behind her and turned out the light. “Goodnight, sweetheart,” She said softly into Stevie’s ear. A protective arm slung over her middle and Stevie felt herself melt into the mattress.
She was almost asleep when she felt shaking behind her. At first she just thought Eddie was a rough sleeper, but they had slept in the same bed many times and she had never experienced anything like she was experiencing then.
She stopped breathing for a moment and what sounded like weak, muffled sobs emanated from the body behind her.
“Eddie?” She questioned softly. The shakes and sobs stopped, which shook the last vestiges of sleep away from Stevie.
“Eddie,” Stevie said a little more forcefully, flicking on the light. Eddie turned away from her quickly, but the shaking of her body gave away what was happening. Stevie reached out her hand and placed it gently on Eddie’s shoulder. It wasn’t shook away, so Stevie pulled a little to try to turn her. As she turned, Eddie covered her face in her hands, hiding from Stevie.
“Eddie, baby. What’s wrong? How can I help?” Stevie’s question went unanswered as Eddie shook and cried. “Take your time. I’m right here,” She said as she sunk into the bed and wrapped herself around Eddie. Physical touch seemed to help Eddie in the past, so Stevie made it her goal to touch as much as she could. She squeezed around Eddie’s body, using her hand to brush hair back from her face.
After a while, Eddie’s breathing slowed and the shaking from her shuddering breaths stopped.
“I’m sorry,” She croaked, voice hoarse from tears.
Stevie’s mouth almost dropped in shock, for what did she have to be sorry for? “Eddie, it’s okay, you don’t have to apologize for crying.”
Eddie shook her head. “No, for before. I- I was a bad dom. Went too far.”
It was like three quarters of the puzzle fell into place. She didn’t exactly get it, but this was something she read could happen.
“No, Eddie. Look, see? I’m fine. I’m safe with you. If anything, I went too far because I didn’t safeword and I froze. You were taking my signals and I wasn’t communicating.” She took Eddie’s hand and brought it to her neck, not knowing why, but it felt right.
“I trust you. You are the only one I’ve ever been able to relax like this with. You are the only one I would ever consider doing something like that with. You are so gracious and lovely to me and such a good dom. I’ve never experienced anything so euphoric as I have with you. Never felt more or harder. You are so good to me. I promise.” She was almost begging, begging Eddie to hear her words and read inbetween the lines.
“Do you need food, a shower? Let me take care of you, baby.” Stevie thought it would be strange, the role reversal. But it felt natural and right. She wanted to take care of Eddie, to help her see how much Stevie cared for her and how much she appreciated Eddie’s care. “You do so much for me, I can do the same for you.”
Eddie nodded and allowed Stevie to lead her into the bathroom where she mimicked Eddie’s routine of starting the shower, getting her towel, handing her things to wash herself with. Eddie seemed hesitant to get in the shower, her hand gripped tight on Stevie and her eyes darted from her to the shower.
“I’ll be right here,” Stevie reassured her. “Go ahead, I won’t go anywhere. I’ll even talk the whole time so you know I’m here.”
Eddie nodded and finally stepped into the shower, Stevie plopped on the toilet and talked. She talked about Chrissy nearing graduation and how she was scared to lose her, about Robin and how they met, and about how distasteful she found cottage cheese.
When Eddie was done with her shower, there was a little color back in her face and she didn’t look like she would burst out crying at any moment. Stevie got her all dry and led her back to the bedroom for some clothes. Stevie dressed her and Eddie took it with no complaint.
Then they went into the kitchen. Eddie took a seat at the bar and carefully watched Stevie as she bustled around the kitchen, trying to figure out what she could fix for Eddie. She finally settled on ramen that she doctored up with an egg and sauces she found in the fridge. She could have given Eddie an apple or a granola bar or something that didn’t require cooking but she felt the strange urge to cook, to provide and nourish. She cooked a piece of chicken while the water was boiling, sliced, and placed it on top of her not-so-instant ramen.
When she placed it in front of Eddie accompanied by a glass of ice water, Eddie blinked up at her in amazement.
“You’re incredible,” She stammered, smelling the food in front of her.
“Oh, shh, it was nothing,” Stevie insisted.
Eddie slurped her ramen and drank her water until there wasn’t anything left. Stevie smiled, she loved when people enjoyed her food, even if it was just some ramen. Eddie squeezed her in a hug.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” She said quietly.
“No worries, Eddie,” Stevie said, returning the hug and petting down Eddie’s hair.
Eddie broke the hug and looked at her seriously. “Why didn’t you safeword?” Her tone wasn’t accusatory, it was light and curious. “Did you think I would be mad?”
Stevie flew back to earlier in the night, of course Eddie would want to talk about it more. She flushed thinking about her behavior and what she should have done, how Stevie ruined the night for both of them now.
“N- no, I didn’t think you would be mad. I don’t know what happened. It’s like I forgot it was an option. I’m sorry.” Stevie’s voice was brought down to a whisper. She was so afraid of what this would mean for their dynamic if she couldn’t even remember one of the most basic things. Eddie was surely going to break up with her. She shouldn’t have to deal with a sub that couldn’t even remember to safeword.
“Baby love, no. It’s okay. We’ve only been playing a few months, I got confused, I should be more in tune with you, which is why I dropped.” Eddie took her hands, which made Stevie look at her again. Her face was calm, not angry or sad or any other emotion faces usually had before they broke bad news.
“Sounds like it was both of us then,” Stevie said, trying to pick herself up a little.
“Very good observation, honey. Do you know your safeword now?” Eddie inquired.
“Red or raven,” Stevie repeated, almost automatically.
“Good, so we’ll just have to do a little more training with that and reminders before anything in public again.”
Stevie nodded, her eyes pricking at the use of “again”. It meant that Eddie still wanted to see her, be with her in some sort of way.
“Hey,” Eddie murmured, taking Stevie’s face in her hand. Stevie nuzzled into the touch, suddenly feeling very tired. “Thank you for the amazing way you took care of me. Thank you for telling me about how you felt. Thank you for even doing it with me. I’m sorry this night didn’t end how we expected it to, but I’m really happy with the way it did end.”
Stevie nodded, suddenly feeling something toxic swirl around her stomach.
Eddie leaned in and kissed her sweetly, running her hand up into Stevie’s hair. “Bed?” She asked with a cute cock of her head.
“Yeah, just give me a minute here.” Stevie smiled and hoped it reached her eyes. Eddie kissed her lightly again before heading off down the hall.
Stevie took the dishes and washed them quickly. When she was done, she gripped the counter, blinking back tears. She was too in it now, there was no going back for her feelings. She got just as much satisfaction and happiness when Eddie look care of her and when she took care of Eddie as she did when they fucked. For her, it wasn’t casual anymore. Robin’s voice rang in her head and Stevie cursed herself that her best friend was right. She tipped over into the point of no return, she didn’t know when, she couldn’t pinpoint it, but she was no longer dangling above the precipice. She had fallen into the abyss and was continuing to fall so long as she wasn’t honest with Eddie about her feelings. But she could never be honest with Eddie about her feelings, not unless she was ready to say goodbye. It was a horrible rock and hard place to be between. She would never know how Eddie felt unless she said something, but she could say anything for fear of ruining everything.
She sighed and looked up to get rid of her tears, only for them to come back when she spotted Eddie passed out in bed. She was like an angel, albeit one that slept with her mouth wide open, limbs everywhere, her wet hair surely tangling on the pillowcase. Stevie loved her. She loved her so much it made her cry, like the love had to get out somehow. She just hoped she was strong enough to say it out loud, or Eddie was intuitive enough to feel it radiating out of her.
She braided what she could of Eddie’s hair before slipping into bed with her. It felt like she had an atomic bomb in her hands, one that could explode at any minute. One she built but had no control over.
She tucked the bomb away so she could spoon the woman she loved as long as she could before it destroyed everything.