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Eddie is going to lose her mind.
“Are we hanging out after shift?” Buck had asked that morning. They were wiping down the engine, but, twenty hours into a twenty-four hour shift, Buck mostly just stood leaning against the bumper playing with the rag in her hands as she chatted with Eddie, the blue, chipped nail polish on Buck’s bitten to the quick fingernails standing out against the unused cloth.
“Are we?” Eddie asked, no memory of making plans. She leveled Buck with a pointed look with every smudge of dirt she wiped off the engine’s surface, but Buck ignored each one with ease.
“I mean, are you busy?” Buck rolled her eyes with a smile, whipping the rag in Eddie’s direction.
Eddie sighed.
No, she’s not busy.
It’s Friday, the beginning of their seventy-two off, and Chris left school with a friend for a sleepover. So now, hours later, Eddie is watching Survivor with Buck in her favorite post-shift outfit–oversized sweatshirt and basketball shorts–and her legs folded on the couch, feet tucked under her ass so her knees rest mindlessly on Eddie’s right thigh. And Eddie, futilely, is trying to ignore the way Buck’s shorts are riding up her own thighs, and she is trying not to think about the way she wants to put her hand there, wants to soak in Buck’s warmth, wants to let that hand snake up and up and up and–
Eddie is going to lose her mind.
Look–Eddie has been an out and proud– and single –lesbian for as long as she’s known Buck, and Buck has been a clueless, hopeless lesbian for as long as she’s known Eddie. Buck might not know it, but Eddie knows a dyke when she sees a dyke, and Buck is about as obvious as she could get. And Buck is not the most, well, self aware person Eddie knows.
Buck has told Eddie about her fraught history of casual sex, but she hasn’t had a boyfriend since Eddie has known her, and when would she have time for one with all the time she spends with Eddie?
They’re partners in all things at work, whether out on calls or performing menial tasks at the station. Even hanging out at the loft, Buck will come up behind Eddie and wrap her arms around her shoulders, pressing her cheek into Eddie’s cropped hair. Or she’ll throw herself onto the couch next to Eddie, kick her feet up onto Eddie’s lap and wiggle her legs until Eddie places a calming hand on them, tucks them in snug against her thighs. Sometimes Buck seems to only be happy with at least one point of contact with Eddie’s person.
Meanwhile, outside of work–well, at this point, Buck might spend more time at Eddie’s house than her own loft, trying out new recipes in Eddie’s kitchen, bingeing their new reality television obsession on Eddie’s TV, playing video games with Chris. And when Buck isn’t at the house, they’re on Facetime, somehow always with new things to say to one another, or Buck is sending Eddie pictures of bugs she saw on the sidewalk with the caption “little guy” alongside the caterpillar emoji. Eddie, despite herself, smiles at every single one.
And Eddie can’t complain, except she can, and does, to Hen, frequently.
“Have you thought about having a conversation with her about it?” Hen says.
“Have I thought about telling my best friend I think she’s gay and in love with me? No, Hen, I have not.”
And then Hen smiles wryly and says, “Then you’re going to have to give her time. She’ll come around.”
So Eddie has given Buck time–and time and time and time–and as Buck sidles even closer to Eddie and rests her head against her shoulder, flyaway hairs tickling Eddie’s nose, Eddie thinks she’s about to burst.
“Buck, can I ask you a question?” Eddie says into Buck’s curly hair.
Buck shoots up, meeting Eddie’s gaze with raised eyebrows. “Of course.”
“Why don’t you date?”
Buck laughs, and without missing a beat, says, “Why? Are you looking for your chance, Eddie?”
And–are you serious ? This is getting silly. They’re alone in the dark on the couch in Eddie’s house, practically flush against each other, and Buck is flirting with Eddie. Buck looks at Eddie just smiling expectantly, like she’s waiting for an answer, and Eddie wonders what in the hell kind of answer could she be waiting for–
Wait. Is she serious?
“Buck–” Eddie starts, but Buck interrupts her easily.
“It’s my turn for a question,” she says, bouncing in her seat so that now she’s sitting on her knees, facing Eddie fully on the couch. A blush starts to blossom on her round, cheerful cheeks.
Eddie’s mind is short-circuiting, a little, the way it usually does when Buck is acting like more than a friend to Eddie without realizing it, but something is telling Eddie maybe–maybe she does realize it.
“Ask away,” Eddie says, breathlessly.
“What would you do if I kissed you?” she asks, clear nerves playing at the corner of her grinning, pink lips.
“I’m sorry?” Eddie says, her own lips turning up into some kind of hysterical smile.
“Well–I can’t stop thinking about kissing you, so I guess I’d like to know your thoughts on that,” she says easily, but her face turns even more red as she does. She giggles then, ducks her head towards Eddie, and Eddie just stares at the top of her curly head in total disbelief. Not for too long, though, because soon her thoughts are catching up with her shock, and her whole body is aching with the need to say yes, yes, kiss me, kiss me.
“How long have you been thinking about kissing me?” Eddie asks, a little desperately playing back in her mind the past several months of too-close, too-intimate, too-flirty to be Just Friends.
“Does that affect your answer?”
“It affects my sanity,” Eddie jokes, but before Buck can quip back Eddie is reaching a hand up to caress Buck’s face, and Buck is leaning in, and just like that, they’re kissing. Sparks fly behind Eddie’s eyelids as she takes in the feeling of Buck’s lips against hers. They’re soft, softer than she could have imagined. She already knows what Buck’s body feels like pressed up against hers, but for the first time she lets herself feel all of it, all of the pleasure and excitement, every popping nerve ending.
Buck pulls Eddie into her easily, hands already in Eddie’s hair, already desperate for Eddie’s touch. Eddie is just as desperate, has been for months, so she lets Buck do whatever she wants, touch wherever she wants. It came out of nowhere, they haven’t even talked about it, but already they’re touching each other with something like practiced ease. Buck kicks her legs out from under her ass and leans back on the couch. Eddie follows her down, and when they’re horizontal and flush against each other, she hikes her legs around Eddie’s back.
It’s too much, too fast, but Eddie can’t pull away, doesn’t want to, maybe ever. Eddie breathes Buck in, hands exploring, down her arms, up her thighs, under her shorts. Eddie gives Buck a second to protest, but Buck just kisses Eddie deeper, so Eddie lets her hand drift up further. Buck slings her arms around Eddie’s neck, keeping her close, close, close.
Eventually, Eddie has to catch her breath. She pulls away with a laugh, face falling into Buck’s neck. “Holy shit,” Eddie says, panting.
Buck kisses Eddie’s neck, tongue dancing across her skin. She only stops when Eddie pulls away to look at her pink, smiling face. “To answer your question,” Buck says. “I’ve been thinking about kissing you for as long as I’ve known you.”
Eddie lets out a breathy laugh. “I didn’t even know you knew you liked girls.”
“I didn’t either. Not until you.”
“That’s sweet.”
Buck shrugs, wiggling her shoulders flirtily. “I try.”
Eddie’s chest flutters; she’s overcome with the need to have Buck pressed against her, to feel every inch of Buck’s skin under her hands, but for the moment she’s frozen in place, staring down at Buck in awe. Her hair is a little wild, her bright eyes crinkled at the corners, unable to keep that keen grin from her face, those pink lips plump and awaiting the next kiss.
Buck just watches her, hands grazing softly up and down Eddie’s arms, waiting for Eddie to make the next move. Eddie thinks, a little wildly, she can’t wait to make moves on Buck every day for the rest of her life. “What else have you thought about doing to me?” Eddie asks.
Buck laughs, a little loud, a little nervous, gaze flicking behind Eddie’s head. But then she pulls Eddie in for another kiss. “Do you want me to show you?” she whispers against Eddie’s lips. Eddie barely gives her time to finish the question before her mouth is on Buck’s again. Eddie nods without breaking the kiss, her hips rutting involuntarily against Buck’s thigh.
“Let’s go to my bed,” Eddie whispers. “Is that okay?”
“Yes, yes, it’s more than okay,” Buck breathes.
Buck sits up, and Eddie climbs off of her, taking her hand so she can lead her to the bedroom. Once there, Eddie doesn’t know what’s next; doesn’t know exactly how far Buck wants to go. It’s been a long time for Eddie, and she’s starving for it, but unless she’s mistaken, this is Buck’s first time.
“Should I…?” Buck asks, hands on the hem of her sweatshirt.
“Yes, whatever you want,” Eddie says. Buck pulls her sweatshirt up over her head, revealing the sports bra she wears underneath. Eddie thinks, hornily, about sticking her face in there and breathing in. She already knew Buck’s tits were nice, but she was never allowed to look before, let alone touch. “God, you’re so hot.”
Buck giggles and bounces, wraps her arms around Eddie and pulls her in for another kiss.
“Wait, let me–” Eddie says, separating for only as long as it takes for her to rip off her own t-shirt, and then she tugs Buck back into her. Eddie sinks down to lay on the bed, and Buck follows. They kiss, pressed against each other, hips grinding into each other’s thighs. Buck kisses Eddie’s neck, her shoulder, her jaw. Eddie’s hands explore, up Buck’s belly, under her bra, below her waist band. Buck gasps and pants against Eddie’s mouth.
“I want you, Eddie,” Buck says. “I want all of you.”
“You can have as much of me as you want.”
Buck sits up, pulls her bra over her head. A smile spreads involuntarily over Eddie’s face at the sight of her. Eddie unclips her own bra, throwing it over the side of the bed.
“I want you forever,” Buck says.
“You can have all of me forever,” Eddie answers.
Eddie’s hands graze over the waist band of Buck’s shorts, suggesting, and Buck nods, climbing off Eddie long enough to pull off her shorts and underwear. Eddie does the same. Then Buck swings her leg back over Eddie, smiling down at her as she rubs her hands up Eddie’s stomach, towards her tits. Buck sinks down, closing her mouth over Eddie’s nipple. She licks and sucks, uses a little bit of teeth, and Eddie watches her fondly with a hand on the back of her soft head. Pleasure hums from her chest down, down, down, to where Buck’s knee is hiked up between Eddie’s legs.
“Was that good?” Buck asks when she pulls away.
“Perfect.”
Buck traces kisses back up to Eddie’s lips.
“We should move in together,” Buck says.
“We should get married,” Eddie counters.
“Okay. I want a Summer wedding. I want blue flowers.”
She says it teasingly, but Eddie can picture it all so clearly, a life shared with Buck. She wants it tomorrow. She doesn’t want to wait. She doesn’t want casual, not with Buck. Buck is so warm and bright and takes up all the space in every room she’s in, and Eddie loves her.
Eddie never wants to sleep alone in this bed again.
“Whatever you want, baby,” Eddie says. “Forever.”
–
the next morning
Buck sits at Eddie’s kitchen table, watching her fondly as she puts on a pot of coffee. They’re dressed again, partially, just in their shorts and bras. Sunlight streams in, and in the light of day, this feels even more real. Something as seemingly banal as making coffee for the lover of her life makes Eddie’s heart sing in her fluttering chest.
While the coffee brews, she sits in the chair next to Buck, pulling it in close so that their thighs touch. Buck sighs fondly at her; if heart eyes were a real thing, Buck would be making them at Eddie right now.
I should have told her sooner, Eddie thinks, wryly. She could have had this months ago. Well–they’ll just have to make up for lost time.
Suddenly, a thought occurs to Eddie. “Wait a second,” she says. “Did Hen know about this? You being into me?”
Buck’s eyebrows knit together in confusion, but then she laughs a little. “Yeah, I talked to her about it a couple months ago. She encouraged me to make a move. It just took me a little while to work up the courage.”
Give her time, Hen had said, coyly. She’ll come around.
Eddie laughs despite herself. “Oh, I’m gonna kill her.”