imareporter | COMIC EDDIE PSL

Oh god that look really turns her on, and there's a brief moment that she's not sure they're going to make it out of the limo without going down on each other - driver please forgive them. She laughs as he describes his side of the fantasy, since she was essentially doing the same thing.

Her breath catches with his quick caress, and she can not wait to get up to the apartment. Until then, she pushes him over and climbs on top of him, sliding her thigh up between his legs and pressing a kiss down on his lips.

There's a partition up between them and the driver, but his voice comes through a little intercom. "ETA: ten minutes. Hope you lovebirds can hold out that long, otherwise the cleaning bill is going on your tab."

When she slides her thigh between his legs he might be too far gone. He noses at her, planting smaller kisses on her lips before sliding one strap down her slim arm and deepening his kiss. An exploratory hand slides beneath her dress with a laugh, tumbing at her nipple as he kisses her slowly, languidly, pulling and teasing on her nipple as he kisses at her chest.

"Can't pay for the limo and the dress but hnngh-" He bucks his hips against her, "My pants might already be toast that's not bad right?"

"Jesus fuck Eddie, save me something for me, okay?" As much as she doesn't want to because he feels so good on her she pushes off and watches him with a smirk as she adjusts herself back into order.

"Isn't that a rental?" That's a really knowing grin she's not; they're not going to be able to avoid all cleaning costs, it would seem.

It's not long before they pulled up to the apartment (maybe the driver found away to cut the commute down?), and Anne's grabbing Eddie's hand and dragging him out.

"You've got the keys right? It's not like they make these things with pockets."

"Hold on, hold on-I-Hold on." He doesn't want to let her go, reaching into his pocket before pressing her against him, whispering in her ear, "Pockets. My pockets I think - did I-"

Oh thank god. Wallet and Keys.

"Hooray! No one is going to steal my identity." He grins and kisses her hard, "I love you, I love you."

She kisses him back, grabbing his lapels and wanting to hold on but also wanting to just ride him like a rodeo.

"I love you to but Eddie for the love of god if you don't open the door I'm going to just take you right now and we're both going to get arrested for indecent exposure."

He laughs at that. Tempted to kick the door down he struggles and manages to open the keys before shucking his jacket like a stripper and pulling off the very nice, very expensive shirt he bought just for the wedding. Rented jacket, rented suit pants and cumberbund but...

He's rock hard in his pants however.

"Turn around babe turn around quick." he trembles, "...I'll unzip you." He might also be leaning forward to kiss her check, her neck, her shoulders, pawing at her breasts. He doesn't know what to do with himself in the arms of such a beautiful woman.

He's the luckiest man alive.

"No need."

She kisses him back, leaning into him even as she reaches back to unzip her dress herself; had that been one of the priorities she'd tested when trying on dresses? Maybe. ~~Entirely.~~ She had considered one with a godawful amount of tiny delicate buttons that had taken somewhere around ten to fifteen minutes to undo, just for the mental image of driving Eddie crazy, but the idea that she would be chomping at the bit as well had saved him from that torture.

The dress now loosed, it slides to the ground. She puts a hand on his chest and pushing him backwards as she steps out of the dress, kicking off her heels, wearing nothing more than pantyhose, panties, and a few pieces of tasteful jewelry.

Pressing close to him, kissing him hard, one hand slides over his back and the other tucks down his pants and takes a hold of his erection.

"Now what're we going to do with this."

God she's beautiful. That hair, those firey eyes. Her eyes were what attracted him in the first place. She could look at a man and make him go stupid. Arching upward he kisses her as hard as he can, hands digging into the back of his neck as he presses his forehead to hers, hips bucking against her mound, cock aching painfully.

"Baby I don't know but you could do whatever you want to do with me. " He laughs, "...God you are so beautiful."

She smiles, teeth against his lips, "Good." She's herded him back towards the bed and brings both hands up to his chest to give him a sharp push back against the bed. "Stay."

She knows she's beautiful, which is why she takes a few extra, teasingly slow moments to slide out of her pantyhose, holding them taught like a rubber-band and launching them at his face, and then hooking fingers under her panties and inch by inch sliding them down.

Now she's only wearing the tasteful jewelry.

She climbs back over him, giving him a predatory look, and then presses in for another hard kiss as she reaches down to unbutton and unzip his pants and tug him free. "There's so much I want to do but we're pressed for time so I'm just going to ride you fast and hard for now."

"Yes please God I'm seeing stars." He paused, "...Okay no that's you. You want me to quote shakesphere at you like I did on our first date?"

He'd been so drunk, he realized. Who knew this would be where it led now? His gaze turns tender amid the desperation as he reaches for her hair, for her.

"...“Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.”"

He gives himself over to animal lust then and moves to hold her, erection pawing at her mound. Normally he's tender, but she - in that jewelry - just looks so good and they have ot be quick

She can defer the raw emotion for the moment of tenderness, thinking back on their first date and how much of a bad idea everything had seemed and yet down much she'd been hooked on him from the first moment.

It's appreciated, but it certainly stokes the fire and as soon as it is appropriate to do so, she adjusts her legs on either side of him and settles back, reaching down to help guide him into her. She lets out a long, low breath as she does so, grinding down on him for the initial press so she can enjoy the sensation of him just filling her completely, and then she starts to move, ramping up to a feral, desperate speed.

"Damn, Eddie --"

He really wants to at her but instead he just focuses on pressing his chest to hers and holding her close kissing her cheek. His fingers dig into her shoulder blade and he gasps against her shoulder.

"I love you so much Anne." He keeps thrusting and moves to kiss down her chest, nibbling at her skin, "I love you so much it hurts. You're fucking gorgeous

Her arms wrap around him, nails digging in for purchase as she breaths into his hair, rolling her hips with his. They'd have more time once they got to Hawaii to space it out and really do what they wanted but they're on a timetable now - and Anne wasn't about to go into an extensive travel time without letting off a little steam with her new Husband.

"I love you too, Eddie, you and your goddamn suit - how did you make burgundy sexy?" It was an impossibility, really, but somehow Eddie had done it.

At his nibbling, she tips her head back, giving him a greater expanse to explore.

"Because I'm awesome?" He leaves a hickie at her jawline and noses against her as his thrusting increases, "...You set the standard. I'll follow you forever. I-" He groans, his abdomen muscles constricting, "...Oh my God I'm close anne where are you at I-" He grunts and kisses the hickie he's left on her chest, eyes teary, "...I love you so much."

"Just a little - more" She grinds down against him, reaching down to handle her own clit since they're on a schedule she lost track of time the limo is probably circling the street and they're going to be late if they're not careful but she's so close. Her other hand goes up to the nape of his neck and fingers curl into his hair and just the feel of him, the fact that he's here and they've done it, they met and dated and everything has culminated in this partnership - they're married.

"I love you too, Eddie, till death do us part. And if I go first I'm haunting your ass."

She got her big beautiful day with someone who's wit was unbound, who was handsome and vulnerable and yet still so capable of taking on these bigwigs that he reports.

Fuck just the thought of him turns her on. "Harder, Eddie, harder -"

His hips gyrate, thrusting over her. She's beautiful. Her hair, her eyes - she's the kind of woman he should marry. He doesn't think of his father and how dating, marrying a beautiful woman was something he should have done. That maybe the right wife would heal the hole in his heart that bastard left-

He doesn't care.

He doesn't care and that thought, that sense of freedom away from him makes him pump harder. He's so close it hurts and he feels freer then he ever has.

"Oh Jesus. Oh Jesus Christ anne, Anne...Anne!-"

The comes with a loud groan hoping to God she was close to him. So inspiring.

She's just behind him, furiously working at herself as he pumps harder, and she's just able to tip herself over. Her breath erupts in a loud, pleasured moans, before tapering off.

It's perhaps not the most inspired orgasm she's had with him, but it'll be enough to keep her sated through the travel, which had been the intent from the start.

She drops down onto him, letting out a sigh and nestling her head against his shoulder.

"I love you, Eddie. I love you. But - we've got like ten minutes? Fuck what time is it even ..."

"...Uber. I-shit shit I'm gonna go-" He jumps to his feet laughing hysterically, moving to stand up, "Maybe we just fly naked how about that."

He laughs aloud, kissing her fingers, "...You want your shirt? The one I like with the cat on it?"

"God, Eddie, the limo, it's waiting." She rolls off the bed and runs to the bathroom for a quick freshen up - "I've got an outfit laid out on the bed, can you bring it to me? And yes, you can switch out the shirts for the one you like with the cat."

It was endearing, the way he liked such a simple shirt. It was silly, really, bought during a vacation when there'd been a sudden rainstorm and they were away from the hotel and her silk shirt was ruined. Cat shirt it was.

"I'm paying him enough he can keep waiting-for a second." He grinned and emerged shortly from the bedroom topless, pulling on a pair of jeans and handing her the outfit and the cat shirt,"My favorite avogato." he kissed her cheek, "also my jacket. In case it's cold on the plane." He passed her his leather jacket with a smile, "...Mrs. Weying."

"It always does." She takes the clothes and kisses his cheek in return, then reaching up to take his chin and tip his head so she can kiss him on the lips, deeply. "husband.".

She pats his cheek then steps back and starts to dress. "I know he can keep waiting, but I doubt you'll be able to bribe the pilot of our flight?" She gives him a cheeky grin.

He takes her hand. It's so stupid and childish and he grins before squeezing her fingers and gesturing, "Let's head out babe. Hawaii here we come. Mile High club here we come. Cool explorations here we come."

He grins, "ladies first."

She finishes lacing her shoes and stands, grabs his jacket and her purse, and does a final cursory check; luggage, limo, purse; keys, wallet, flight-friendly toiletries, one last glance around the apartment and then she's heading out the door.

They did have to wait on the sidewalk for the limo to come around from his recent circling of the block, but then he's stopping and watching them with a knowing smile as they climb in.

La Guardia security was packed, and in the mess they were momentarily separated, trying to coordinate through texts before agreeing to meet up at the same bar near their gate; they did, at least, arrive with enough time for one drink before their departure. Anne sidles up to the bar and orders a white whine, turning to people watch as she waits for Eddie.

He's Edward J Brock. He's not famous, but occasionally there are a few people who recognize his picture. He'd stopped to sign an autograph and finds her after waving, sliding in beside her and wrapping a possessive arm around her waist, leaning in to whisper in her ear, "...Has anyone told you you look beautiful?"

Tapping the bar he gestures to the bartender, "...Microbrew? Something good?"

"I'm a woman in a crowded airport who was sitting alone moments ago; do you really want me to answer that question?" She whispered back, but then she kissed his cheek and answered a little more warmly, "You're the only one I haven't offered to castrate, though."

She leans back and takes a drink from her wine while Eddie orders. She figured he'd appreciate the selection here; they had some offerings from local breweries that you couldn't find elsewhere.

"These guys hitting on you?" It's young upstanding college types, rich tech guys. Despite his dad's money - before he went broke - he's always been a bit on the gruff side. More dock worker then ivy-league. So - looking at them he glares like an angry pitbull for a moment before, "...You should have done it I would've helped you hide the body."

Til death do us part. That had been in there. he'd thrown it in there. His eyes go misty and distant and he studies her as the beer arrives.

"Remember our vows? You think "Til death do us part" was corny?"

"I don't really want to start my honeymoon covered in blood, otherwise that's what we'd be up to right now." She leans into him, hand trailing up his arm, as she gives a wicked grin at one of the sleek and startled techbros who'd made the mistake of talking to her earlier.

She wasn't exactly surprised to find that now having a wedding ring wouldn't stop them (the engagement ring hadn't). But, her casual yet horrifying responses to their advances, in addition to the way Eddie The Bear is eyeing them leaves them in a hurry to pay their check and clear out.

No regrets.

"Of course it was corny. It's not a wedding if there's not at least a little corn; just the perfect amount of corn. I'll have you know, though, that if I go first I'm coming back to haunt you."

"Good." taking a sip of his beer he paused, then took another longer drink before leaning into her and whispering in her ear, "...You know how I get when I get lonely."

He pulls away before tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. One guy snorts and Eddie raises an eyebrow in his direction.

"No fights though. It's just the two of us. Is it weird I'm looking forward to going sight seeing and having amazing sex?"

Anne's not shy about public displays of affection, and having a scorned bro pay witness to it is even better. She leans into Eddie's touch and looks at him, watches him, and despite the intentional melodrama she feels the flutter of very real affection. Husband.

No regrets.

"Very weird. We always forget to sight see." She watches him suggestively over the brim of her wine glass as she takes a sip, then checks the time and calls the bartender over for the tab (don't argue Eddie she's paying for both). "We should finish up and head over to our gate."

"There's a lot of history okay? I've got plans in between me worshiping the ground you walk on and getting you lei'd."

He grins hilariously, "Get it? Lei'd?" He offers her his hand, "Cause - Leis. I'm hilarious. English degree. Absolutely brilliant. You married the next Walt Whitman."

Anne chuckles at him, signing her name and tip to the check then taking his hand and sliding out of the barstool.

"I absolutely fell for you and your unparalleled wit." She pauses and tugs him down for a kiss before moving on towards their gate.

"...I am going to spend the rest of my life making sure you don't regret that." His tone turned sincere, "I am."

The gate agent is a short blond woman flipping through the computer. Raising an eyebrow at them she checks, "You two nearly missed your flight. We had to give away your first class tickets."

They didn't have to - persay - but she's staring at the two of them, "We've got tickets for you in coach."

Eddie frowns, "...Okay except-I booked these tickets. You can't just give our tickets away."

"We didn't know if you were going to show up, we oversold the flight sir that's policy. Coach isn't bad."

"It's our honeymoon!"

They're going to be arguing for a moment or two unless someone says something.

Ooooh no Anne is not standing for this.

She does watch Eddie spar with the terrier-like agent for a moment because, admittedly, it's amusing to watch, but eventually she steps forward and puts a hand on his arm and gives him a knowing look before leaning against the counter and affecting a conversationally dangerous tone.

"Hi - Becky. I understand your policy regarding seat displacement. That's how airlines make any money, right? But, I also know that giving up first-class seats doesn't go into effect until fives minutes before the departure, and judging by every single clock I see in the vicinity, we still have ten minutes; our tickets have been prematurely dispersed and we expect our seats to be recovered before we have to take this over your head."

She smiles sweetly, with all the charm of a frenzied shark.

The sense of pride he feels is warm and real. She moved in like a lion and he grins a goofy grin, "You're gonna have to listen to Mrs. Weying. Ain't that right counselor?"

Becky blinked, staring at her hands before frowning, her gaze darting from one to the other, "...Let me see what I can do."

Moments pass before an angry looking older man moves out of the gate growling, "Do you know who I am? I'm with the life foundation! I'll have your whole damn airline for this! You-"

The other words are shouted and he shoots an angry glare at Eddie before the reporter planted a kiss on the top of Anne's head.

"You're incredible. I tell you that lately?"

This was not turning out to be Becky's day. Anne has a moment of pity, since she can imagine this Life Foundation guy probably pressured the poor girl to start.

But, it's her honeymoon and she just wants to get to Hawaii and break the record for boning with her new husband. She shoulders her bag, holds her boarding pass to Becky, and then strides right past Angry Guy as if she owned the place herself.

AT the door she stops and turns, holding a hand out to Eddie, "Come on, love. Lets go get settled."

Love.

His features filled with tenderness as he takes her hand and moves to stow his bags. A few others glance at them and he stares back, non apologetic. Sitting beside her he puts a hand on her thigh.

"So when we are in the air I am honestly thinking you and I join the mile high club."

She settles in and leans into his touch, leaning up to brush her lips against his ear,

"I just wonder how you expect us to both fit in that closet of a restroom ... but I'm willing to try."

Her touch has him shift in his seat and he studies the airplane. There's something playing on the television about the Avengers and he shrugs his shoulders, "...First time I'm not worried about those guys or an asshole in a costume showing up to ruin our day."

"Oh, they had better not." Anne turns to watch the small screen and glares despite herself. This was her fucking day. She'd kick some faces if they tried to intervene.

If anyone tried to intervene.

She leans back in to Eddie, reaching a hand up to his cheek as she whispers in his ear, "We wait until just before the final descent, less chances for them to be angry at us." She gives him a kiss, before settling back and pulling out Skymall to kill some time before takeoff.

COMIC EDDIE PSL

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OWWWW

sorry/notsorry

;_;

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