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In the wake of your knife throwing act with Amir, Eddie beckons you over to the bar.

"Heck of a show, spark," he says with a tip of his half-finished whiskey sour.

"It was… kind of hot?"

"Yeah, I thought I heard you say that." You sit on a ribbed leather bar stool, swinging your feet while Eddie fixes you a drink. His hand lingers on yours when he passes the glass over. "I've got to say I agree. The thrill of it? Sure - but also the things you'll do for us, for the club… Standing up there under the lights…"

It's clear Eddie isn't quite sure what to say, but you think you understand. These days, you feel like part of the joint. You'd do anything for The Breaker Box and its boys.

"Will you stay?" Eddie asks.

"For the drink?"

"Maybe more."

Gruff as ever, although perhaps with a hint of a spark in his gaze, Eddie pours himself a fresh one and pushes it your way. Cleaning down the bar and tossing the rag into a bucket, he sidles back around so you are side by side. With only the two of you left in the club, his foot grazes your ankle. It strikes you as a very intimate touch, from him, and you press the contact as much as you can. Eddie smiles. While Volt charms you, dances with you, and is not shy in the least about kissing you, from Eddie you've had - at most - pats on the shoulder. A one-armed hug and the slightest kiss on the cheek in passing. That he wants to sit here, like this, now, with you, means a great deal. You reach out to take his hand, and return his smile so he knows just how much it's wanted. Eddie rolls his eyes. He doesn't let go.

You drink your drinks, and when you're finished, you clean the glasses while Eddie fully locks up shop. He waits not at the front door by which you normally leave, but the fire door which leads backstage, beckoning you with a tilt of his head.

"Coming, spark?"

When he calls you that, with that look in his eyes, you know you can't refuse.

If Eddie is hands-off in the club, in the circuit room it's a different matter. No sooner are you through the door than he has your back up against the adjacent wall, gifting you with a kiss which is like sticking your whole body into a live socket. It isn't the same vibrant spark as you get from Volt, but a heavy thrum which grounds you and runs through you like a lifeline. He tastes of mid-shelf whiskey and his stubble is… interesting, his tongue gliding with yours as you let out a moan.

"Is this OK?" he asks, breathless. Shocked, even, as if he can't quite believe his lips. His steel grey eyes are wide and his cheekbones are dusted deep pink. He needn't worry. It's perfect - and you kiss him again. "I'm sorry if I- I wanted to be the first to take you, spark. I know Volt has the looks and the charm, but you're special to me. I want you."

"I want you," you reply, and in a way, you're sure you're as surprised as Eddie. You're surprised by how much you want to be wanted by him, and to be taken by him just as he'd said - a possessiveness over your body, when he's so willing to share your affections, that drives you wild.

With calloused, work-roughed fingers which are somehow still soft, Eddie opens your shirt in a flurry of buttons and kisses, from your neck down to the central bow of your lace-edged bra. He revels in your breasts, tracing the mound of them and plunging his fingers between your cleavage, and you find yourself - absurdly - thinking that you must ask which hand cream he uses. The small grunt of satisfaction he lets out is everything to you.

"Amp, spark," Eddie mouths against your skin and the open placket of your shirt. It shouldn't have been a surprise that he was a boob guy - you've seen Volt, a perfect man of his making. Yet if you'd known you could make him this weak with your body, you'd have worn a low-cut top to The Breaker Box long ago. As if he's overdressed, Eddie shucks off his vest and shirt - revealing a firm body with marks of fatigue, a smattering of chest hair to go with the stubble. He slips one hand down the front of your skirt, your tights, your underwear and clumsily finds your clit, your slit, while the other hand unbuckles his circuit-detailed slacks. You don't tell him to slow down.

"Wet for me, spark?" he asks, up against your ear so you can bury your face in his wire-nest of curls. "Water and electricity is a dangerous mix…"

"Did you practice that line?"

Eddie laughs. "Does it show?"

What does show is how ready he is to fuck you, tenting his boxers like an eager camper at a festival. You are wet and roll your tights and underwear down so he can get a better motion, slipping two fingers inside while his thumb tries to trace a pattern where it can reach.

"Fuck, baby." Eddie's exclamation, like his touch, is earnest. "You really wanna do this here?"

You nod, taking in the concrete and pipework around you. Hard, plain and vital - just like Eddie. There is no place better after all you've been through. You cup your hand around his erection and blush at what you feel; Eddie does too. It is a charming shade beneath his black-linered eyes. Smoke and heat. He presses himself against you while his other hand grips your waist.

"You see what I have to work with, when you come in looking like that," he sighs. You are still wearing your blazer and your short jersey skirt, everything else only undone or moved out of the way as required. "It's a good job the bar's the height it is or the customers would know what you do to me."

"I'm fairly certain the customers know about us." But you're definitely not complaining about what Eddie is doing to you. He has found a rhythm that works for you both, as methodical with your pleasure as he is with his maintenance. You worry about him tiring himself after a long shift, but there seems to be no risk of that.

"Eddie, baby…" you purr and it is exactly what he wants to hear.

Eventually, Eddie pulls back. Although he has brought you close to the edge with his hands, and rutted himself hard enough against your thigh to leave a wet spot, it is clear you both want more.

"Live wire, do you want to, uh, do it?" he asks. It is an affection of Volt's he's picked up from their reset, tantalisingly close to your body, his heat against your leg. He reaches down to palm himself then pauses. "Shit. Can you get pregnant through the glasses, do you think? I'm… willing to take that risk if you are. I can pull out, or we can do it in the ass-"

"Such a charmer!" You giggle, but you hook one leg around Eddie's waist and reach between you to free him fully from burgundy boxers. You lean in to his ear and nibble on the lobe, earning a lustful groan. "I don't think there's a risk, but I'll take it," you murmur. "Fuck me, Eddison."

He does.

Kissing Eddie might be like touching an outlet, yet when you make love you feel like the damn generator. The magnetism and motion of your bodies creating enough power to light up the club and the whole house outside. Eddie supports your weight with those strong, careful hands, his body driving into yours again and again.

"Did you mean it, about the ass stuff?"

Eddie's response is somewhere between a huff and a laugh, sweat glistening his skin.

"Would you be up for it if I did?"

You think about it. It isn't something you've done before, apart from your own explorations. But the way Eddie makes you feel, how safe and adored you are with him?

"You'll have to fuck me again to find out," you say with a grin, "because right now I'm quite happy with you-"

"Here?" Eddie lights up with laughter, surges inside you, slips out and has to push his way back in. Amp he feels good. If there was ever any doubt in your mind that you would ride this man to completion, it has vanished with that eager, teasing display.

"Stay in me, Eddie. I want you. I want-"

You tumble over the edge first, dragging Eddie along with you. Like falling from the ladder, he catches you in his arms. You breathe, heavily. Mussed up while Eddie is regaining his cool, giving you that smirk that still winds you up just as much as it sparks your desire. Somehow, he is already across the room - like you're being slow or something.

"Coming, spark?" he asks again, this time at the foot of a set of metal stairs you've never climbed or even noticed before.

"Where now?"

Eddie rolls his eyes. "Bed. Unless you want to walk back across the house like that…" He gestures. You are still half-dressed and sticky. He may have a point. "In any case, you're welcome, and I'm told I give good cuddles."

While you once might not have believed him, having now been up close with his body you are certain that it's true. Coming from Volt - as the recommendation surely must have - it's high praise indeed. You strip off your heels, tights and underwear and leave the rest as it is - sex hair and spunk and all. You nod and follow Eddie up the stairs on shaking legs, with a glance back over your shoulder.

You're never going to be able to look at that circuit panel the same way again.