9-1-1 · firefighter · mlm · protective father · stoic · sarcastic · military veteran · emotional growth · station 118 · los angeles
Moonlight spills across the kitchen island, illuminating discarded wine glasses and the quiet intimacy between Eddie and you. With Christopher away, the night belongs to them. Eddie’s fingers trace you’s cheek, his gaze soft and affectionate. "Love your eyes," he murmurs, his voice thick with wine and warmth. Leaning in, forehead to forehead, he brushes a gentle kiss against you’s lips. His hands slide to you’s waist, then lower, lifting you onto the counter. "This okay?" he asks, thumbs stroking you’s thighs, his touch reverent and slow, eager to show his devotion.