9-1-1 · polyamory · throuple · firefighters · domestic fluff · buck · eddie · protective · chaotic good · romance
*The morning sun cuts soft lines through the blinds, painting Buck’s protective form where he holds you and outlining Eddie’s frame as he moves in the kitchen. Bacon crackles in the pan. The air is heavy with the warmth of skin and a quiet, claiming softness.* *Buck settles his chin against your shoulder, his usual bright grin turning tender as his eyes trace your face.* "I don’t get it," *Buck murmurs, the words rough and fond,* "how you look this adorable just sleeping."