[It's a great meal - the food is pretty decent, fancy, but good for something that overwrought, which is why he'd picked the place. Cisco's story is funny and involved, just like all of Cisco's stories, and Eddie enjoys every minute of it. Enjoys telling his own story even if he doesn't have the same flair for telling stories that Cisco does. It's fun, and before long, it's comfortable and cozy and great.
And if Eddie feels it too, that same vividness, he doesn't comment, doesn't even really think clearly about it because he's so focused on Cisco, on his beautiful face and his smile, his bright eyes as he talks. Eddie is completely captivated. So when Cisco pulls out his gift, Eddie is caught off guard for a moment, and then he smiles, eyes bright as he looks at Cisco.]
Okay, good, because I am so nervous about mine, I would not at all be against putting it off a little longer.
[A little laugh, and he reaches out to pick up the box. It's small, looks like jewelry or something, and Eddie feels a flutter of excitement, curiosity. Cisco is creative, he knows that, and so whatever's in the box is sure to be amazing.
So he pauses for a moment, glancing up at Cisco before he flicks open the box, and smiles, slow and broad. It's a bracelet, in a style he really likes, black braided leather and silver, masculine, with his name etched onto the face of it, and when he pulls it delicately out of the box and looks at the underside of the silver, there's a heart. It's obviously something made and not found or bought, and for a moment, Eddie's throat feels tight with how meaningful that is. He's gotten so many gifts in his life, presents from people that cost a lot, expensive and fancy and completely without any real meaning or effort expended. Sometimes they'd been expensive gifts that were things he didn't even like.
But this? This is something completely different, and he glances up with his smile wide and his eyes bright and a little wet, and immediately starts putting it on.]
I love it. You made it, didn't you? Even the engraving? Help me do it up?
[Eddie holds his wrist out to Cisco, expression still bright and happy.]
[ Cisco watches, biting the inside of his cheek, hopeful but a little nervous, too. He'd been so certain earlier that making Eddie his gift was the right call, but all the same he holds his breath when Eddie lifts up the lid. His smile is as easy and bright and immediate as ever. Then there is a certain stillness to his expression, and when he looks up Cisco can tell that his eyes have gone a little red, like he's trying not to cry. Which would be a big deal for anyone, but especially for Eddie, who (by Cisco's standards) very rarely cries. ]
Yeah, I did.
[ He lifts the bracelet and is pleased to see that he got the size just right. It clasps easily around Eddie's wrist - snug enough not to slide up his arm, but not tight enough that it will be uncomfortable. Cisco fusses with it for a moment or two before he lets it go and says, with a little shrug like there's nothing else quite to say. ]
I love you. I... wanted you to have a reminder of that with you, in case you ever need it.
[ Then Cisco leans across the table and kisses the back of Eddie's hand, lightly, playfully, before cupping the side of his face and kissing his mouth. ]
[For a few long moments, while Cisco does the bracelet up, clasping it around his wrist, while he looks at it and feels the silver slowly take on the heat of his skin, Eddie can't speak. He's a little overwhelmed, glancing down at the bracelet and then back up at Cisco, and when Cisco says what he does, he feels like he'll choke on the lump in his throat, for a moment, his eyes burning with tears.]
Thank you, I... [His voice breaks a little, and he smiles as Cisco kisses the back of his hand, gentle and kind.] ...I love it. I love you. And I'm so...so happy, I...
[Swallowing hard, he closes his other hand over the bracelet, eyes bright as he smiles at Cisco. When prompted, though, he takes a deep breath and then exhales, nodding.]
Right. My gift to you is not going to be anywhere near as good as this.
[But he stands, picks up the gift, and puts it on the table - it's definitely bigger than the gift Cisco gave him, and Eddie's nervous about it, holds his breath.]
Let me know if you don't like it, I'll get you something else.
[ Cisco can't help getting a little choked up, too, which perhaps is a bit silly. But the fact is that he forgets sometimes how vulnerable Eddie is, how unhappy he has been in the past. To Cisco, making him a bracelet for their anniversary (even when he had done his best to make it to Eddie's taste and as beautiful and neat as he could) feels just barely adequate. Yet despite their differences, one of the things they both know well is the feeling of being unappreciated, and Cisco doesn't ever want Eddie to feel that way again. He resolves right at that moment to try to be more demonstrative, to not let his own insecurities about being too enthusiastic or too clingy get in the way of expressing every little iota of affection in him.
His eyes go wide when Eddie hefts the large present onto the table, head tilting to the side a little as he tries to guess what it could possibly be. The truth is he'd been expecting something smaller. Usually, when he gets a present from someone, it's a book or a DVD, or very rarely a t-shirt. It was understandable that people guy go for things they knew he'd like, and Cisco has never minded when he gets something entirely predictable. A gift is a gift, after all. But this, whatever it is, is large, and heavy, and Eddie's wrapped it up in fabric, which seems a strange choice. Perhaps the Clock decided to be stingy on wrapping paper and Eddie had had to improvise. Glancing up at him and then back at the present, Cisco carefully unpins the bow, pulling off the layers of fabric. Inside is an oddly-shaped wooden case, with fastenings. With eagerness that is beginning to border on impatience, Cisco undoes the clasps and flips up the wooden lid.
The sewing machine inside is very old but in perfect condition, with a lovely design stenciled on the sides. There is more, too: some strange, lovely bits of fabric, scissors and pins and chalk and tape, but Cisco's eyes go back to the sewing machine itself. ]
I always wanted one of these...
[ He'd never gotten one, though. When he was young he didn't have the money or the comfort with his own masculinity to go looking, and then later at S.T.A.R. Labs, he'd had no time to go looking and had felt silly for still being so attached to the idea. They were on the cutting edge of science, and to want something antique and pretty just because it was antique and pretty felt like something prohibited to him. Machines like this were for hipsters and rich kids and people who could be a little pretentious without getting too much ridicule for it.
But... he'd told Eddie. He doesn't remember when or how it had come up. Some muzzy morning of pillow talk, he'd mentioned how he loved them. Eddie had been making breakfast, he thinks, and Cisco hadn't been entirely sure he was even listening.
He rests a hand against his chest, over his heart, without quite realizing it. He's too stunned to even smile right now. With his other hand Cisco reaches out, touching the cool metal of the machine, checking that it's real. He touches the wheel, the stenciled flowers, the little stack of fabrics. ]
...You remembered.
[ Cisco looks up at Eddie again now, heart beating a little too fast, his expression momentarily closer to confusion than to happiness. It's not just the thing itself - it's the fact that Eddie had listened and thought that something beautiful like this would suit Cisco. That Eddie knew him well enough to see past just getting him another Star Wars tee.
When the smile finally breaks onto Cisco's face, it is small, distracted, and warm. ]
[The gift is out of left field, and Eddie holds his breath while Cisco undoes the bow and unwraps the gift underneath, looks at the wooden case with obvious confusion and curiosity, then pulls the cover off quickly, eagerly. For a moment, Eddie is cripplingly convinced that he's going to hate it, that he's going to be completely confused about why Eddie thought that an off-hand comment was worth wasting his six-month-anniversary gift on when Eddie could've gotten him something better. More suitable. That his gut instinct that Cisco probably gets too many pop culture t-shirts and dvds and games and gadgets as presents and that going that route would be a low-effort cheat, because they're so obvious. They're the kind of thing Eddie brings home for Cisco all the time.
So he keeps holding his breath as Cisco looks over the sewing machine (what had made him think that an antique, inefficient machine would be a good gift for an engineer?) and tries to read the expression on Cisco's face. He looks startled, almost a little shocked, and Eddie's heart is beating too hard, his throat feels tight and he licks his lips nervously, fidgets a little with his hands as he waits. Cisco says he'd always wanted one, and that he remembered, but the expression on his face is so hard to read that Eddie can't help but feel like he screwed it up, like maybe Cisco had wanted it, but only a little in a casual way and he should have gone for something more meaningful, more traditional...
But then Cisco says it's perfect, with that small, delicate smile on his face, the one Eddie knows means that somehow, impossibly, he did the right thing. Eddie exhales a long breath that he's been holding for long enough to start feeling a little dizzy, and he steps toward Cisco, reaches out and rests his hand on Cisco's arm.]
I know it's a little...unconventional, and old, but...you did say you'd wanted one and when I saw it, I just...I thought you might like it. Maybe design something that isn't a super suit, you know? You're so good at it, and I know you love sci-fi and movies and candy and pop culture, but I wanted to get you something...different. You know? I...
[He takes a breath and holds it, to stop himself from babbling, then speaks softly and clearly and genuinely, his smile warm while he watches the way Cisco reaches out to touch the machine. He runs his fingers over the metal, traces the slightly raised painted patterns on the side, follows the impractical but beautiful curves of the machine, the smooth metal of the wheel. And it feels more real that he likes it, looking at him treating it that way.]
[ Cisco wants to tell Eddie how he's feeling, how deeply touched he is by the gift, but it's hard to find the right words. He doesn't have enough practice yet with this sort of intensely heartfelt gesture. It calls for an answer that is nothing but absolute, unflinching honesty, and that is sometimes a challenge for Cisco. But he keeps touching the machine, tweaking little bits of it, running his thumb along the needle carefully, before he says: ]
Different makes me feel like you... [ A pause, to swallow, to find the best end to that sentence. ] ...like you actually see me.
[ It isn't that his love of movies and all things nerdy are phony; Cisco does love things, deeply, and they've gone into shaping who he is as a person. It's just that there is more to him than that. Sometimes he wishes there weren't, because the 'more' is messy and complicated and not always very appealing, but it's there. The fact that Eddie had taken a risk, hadn't just settled on something easy, means the world.
Cisco registers what Eddie had said about making something other than a super suit. He's done little repairs to clothes before, but nothing fancy. And the super suit had been close enough to engineering to feel safe. But... he could use this to make clothes. It would probably be loud and clumsy at first but he could make something. For himself. For Eddie. ]
If I... [ There's a hint of shyness in Cisco's voice now, even as his hands drop to his sides and he takes a step closer to Eddie. ] ...if I make your something and it's not too hideous, would you wear it?
[This, he thinks, is what he loves about this relationship, the fact that he and Cisco can be so emotionally open with each other, that for Eddie it's easy to freely express his affections, his love, easy to find the words...and even when it isn't so easy, he feels comfortable enough, secure enough, to try even when it's awkward. That for Cisco, he can say them, even if he struggles a little to show such vulnerable feelings, such delicate emotions. Eddie knows how hard it is for Cisco to expose things like this, like what he's saying now. That there are parts of himself that feel too fragile and delicate to lay bare like this. It makes it mean so much when Cisco does it, shows Eddie through his effort to speak the words the depth to which he cares about Eddie and trusts him not to reject him, not to throw those words back in his face, not to use them as weapons to hurt him.
Cisco's hands keep moving over the sewing machine, turning the wheel and flirting his thumb against the sharp tip of the needle, and Eddie can see in the way he moves how much he likes it. The last vestiges of tension leave Eddie's body and when Cisco drops his hands and steps closer to him, he exhales again, closes the gap between them to lean against Cisco's side, turns his head and ducks it to kiss the crown of Cisco's head.
And when Cisco asks if he made him something and it wasn't hideous, if he would wear it, Eddie smiles. It's abrupt and bright and warm and he brings his arm around Cisco's shoulders to squeeze, a sort of sideways hug.]
Are you kidding? I would absolutely love it if you made me something to wear. And I doubt it would be hideous. You made this bracelet, after all, and I love it. You have a great sense of style.
[ Cisco could argue that clothes were a very different thing to a single piece of jewelry, but he stops himself. The impulse to self-deprecate is there, but it's not as urgent as he's used to. Certainly not as urgent as it would be if it were anyone else. The fact is, he has made clothing before. Barry's suit. Oliver's. Sara Lance's. And sure, he's not going to have to worry about heat-threading or friction-resistance if he makes Eddie a shirt, but the basic skills are there.
His initial shock is ebbing now and Cisco once more feels warm and buzzy and elated. He bumps his hip against Eddie's thigh, grin going a little flirty at the edges. ]
Even if it's a bit risqué?
[ He wouldn't start there, of course. He would want to be sure he could make half-decent looking normal clothes before he tried to throw together anything sexy. But someday, perhaps... ]
Just wondering.
[ And then Cisco is slipping his arms around Eddie's neck, pulling him down into another kiss. ]
[Eddie hasn't been thinking about the difficulty levels of jewelry versus clothing, because he honestly has no idea about what kind of difficulty level either of those things has. All he knows is that if anyone can do whatever he sets his mind to, it's Cisco Ramon. Besides, he knows that Cisco has put together superhero uniforms that are incredibly complicated, that he couldn't even fathom, that he's altered clothing. He has every confidence that Cisco will be able to make something he'd be more than willing to wear.
When Cisco asks if he'd wear it even if it's risqué, Eddie laughs, abrupt and bright and pleased.]
Only in the apartment, and only for you, but yes. Really though, you like man lingerie? I never would've guessed.
[A little grin, teasing, and it only widens as Cisco's arms go around his neck, as he leans in to kiss him. Cisco's mouth is warm and soft against his, and Eddie's arms come comfortably around his waist, settling at the familiar curve just above Cisco's hips. His fingertips brush lightly against the hollow of his spine, just above the small of his back, and he smiles down at him warmly once he pulls away from the kiss.]
Mmm, you're welcome. Have I told you you're gorgeous lately?
[ Of course Cisco's not actually sure where the borderline is, what constitutes lingerie and what doesn't. But he thinks he knows vaguely what Eddie was referring to - corsets and garters and tight, lacy things with bows and frills, very sexual, very feminine. And while Cisco can see the appeal of all that in some situations, it wasn't exactly what he'd been thinking of. Still, it's hard to correct Eddie when he only has the vaguest sense of what he actually did mean, so he just smiles and shakes his head, cheeks warm with embarrassment.
But that brief flutter of self-consciousness melts away as Eddie kisses him, the two of them fitting together so easily. But then again, it had always been like that. From that very first date, they had fit one another like puzzle pieces. There had been moments when the emotional side of things had been hard (in a good way, because being with Eddie had forced him to deal with a lot of stuff he'd been avoiding for, well, most of his life), but the physical aspect of their relationship had clicked right from the beginning. Cisco relaxes into the kiss, his eyes falling shut, feeling safe and joyful and entirely at home. ]
Yeah, all the time.
[ He could just stay like this, kissing Eddie, both of them swaying slightly with it, for hours and hours. But Cisco remembers his half of the anniversary date and so, after another blurry interval of wordless kissing, he pulls away to say. ]
How 'bout we drop this stuff off at your place and then go dancing?
[Eddie can't help the mischievous little grin when Cisco says that he didn't say lingerie, just risqué. Raising his brows a little, he leans in, smile widening.]
Alright, I'll take your word for it. If you insist.
[It's gently teasing, but Eddie files it away for later consideration, the thought of male lingerie and whether Cisco might like the idea. Whether he might like it. It's not the right thought for now, because Cisco is settled in his lap and kissing him, and it feels right and natural and they fit in a way that makes him feel soft and warm instead of hot.
He laughs softly when Cisco says that he tells him he's gorgeous all the time, brushing their noses together, eyes fluttering a little bit as he does so, then kisses him again before murmuring against his mouth.]
Well, I think you could always stand to hear it one more time.
[And when Cisco suggests, after more kissing, after more touching foreheads and noses and lips against each others' faces, that they drop off the sewing supplies at his place and go dancing, he nods. He picks up the machine and takes Cisco's hand in his and they go.
And somehow, impossibly, despite the two of them and who they are and the kind of luck they have, the rest of the night is just as perfect as the start of it had been. If the dancefloor is chilly, it just means they have to press closer together. If the lights flicker it feels more like a strobe than a power outage. And when the night is over, and they're curled up together in Eddie's bed, his arms around Cisco and the feeling of Cisco's warm breath against his throat, he can't help but think that if he and Cisco lived to be a thousand, he could still never get enough of this.]
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And if Eddie feels it too, that same vividness, he doesn't comment, doesn't even really think clearly about it because he's so focused on Cisco, on his beautiful face and his smile, his bright eyes as he talks. Eddie is completely captivated. So when Cisco pulls out his gift, Eddie is caught off guard for a moment, and then he smiles, eyes bright as he looks at Cisco.]
Okay, good, because I am so nervous about mine, I would not at all be against putting it off a little longer.
[A little laugh, and he reaches out to pick up the box. It's small, looks like jewelry or something, and Eddie feels a flutter of excitement, curiosity. Cisco is creative, he knows that, and so whatever's in the box is sure to be amazing.
So he pauses for a moment, glancing up at Cisco before he flicks open the box, and smiles, slow and broad. It's a bracelet, in a style he really likes, black braided leather and silver, masculine, with his name etched onto the face of it, and when he pulls it delicately out of the box and looks at the underside of the silver, there's a heart. It's obviously something made and not found or bought, and for a moment, Eddie's throat feels tight with how meaningful that is. He's gotten so many gifts in his life, presents from people that cost a lot, expensive and fancy and completely without any real meaning or effort expended. Sometimes they'd been expensive gifts that were things he didn't even like.
But this? This is something completely different, and he glances up with his smile wide and his eyes bright and a little wet, and immediately starts putting it on.]
I love it. You made it, didn't you? Even the engraving? Help me do it up?
[Eddie holds his wrist out to Cisco, expression still bright and happy.]
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Yeah, I did.
[ He lifts the bracelet and is pleased to see that he got the size just right. It clasps easily around Eddie's wrist - snug enough not to slide up his arm, but not tight enough that it will be uncomfortable. Cisco fusses with it for a moment or two before he lets it go and says, with a little shrug like there's nothing else quite to say. ]
I love you. I... wanted you to have a reminder of that with you, in case you ever need it.
[ Then Cisco leans across the table and kisses the back of Eddie's hand, lightly, playfully, before cupping the side of his face and kissing his mouth. ]
Your turn.
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Thank you, I... [His voice breaks a little, and he smiles as Cisco kisses the back of his hand, gentle and kind.] ...I love it. I love you. And I'm so...so happy, I...
[Swallowing hard, he closes his other hand over the bracelet, eyes bright as he smiles at Cisco. When prompted, though, he takes a deep breath and then exhales, nodding.]
Right. My gift to you is not going to be anywhere near as good as this.
[But he stands, picks up the gift, and puts it on the table - it's definitely bigger than the gift Cisco gave him, and Eddie's nervous about it, holds his breath.]
Let me know if you don't like it, I'll get you something else.
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His eyes go wide when Eddie hefts the large present onto the table, head tilting to the side a little as he tries to guess what it could possibly be. The truth is he'd been expecting something smaller. Usually, when he gets a present from someone, it's a book or a DVD, or very rarely a t-shirt. It was understandable that people guy go for things they knew he'd like, and Cisco has never minded when he gets something entirely predictable. A gift is a gift, after all. But this, whatever it is, is large, and heavy, and Eddie's wrapped it up in fabric, which seems a strange choice. Perhaps the Clock decided to be stingy on wrapping paper and Eddie had had to improvise. Glancing up at him and then back at the present, Cisco carefully unpins the bow, pulling off the layers of fabric. Inside is an oddly-shaped wooden case, with fastenings. With eagerness that is beginning to border on impatience, Cisco undoes the clasps and flips up the wooden lid.
The sewing machine inside is very old but in perfect condition, with a lovely design stenciled on the sides. There is more, too: some strange, lovely bits of fabric, scissors and pins and chalk and tape, but Cisco's eyes go back to the sewing machine itself. ]
I always wanted one of these...
[ He'd never gotten one, though. When he was young he didn't have the money or the comfort with his own masculinity to go looking, and then later at S.T.A.R. Labs, he'd had no time to go looking and had felt silly for still being so attached to the idea. They were on the cutting edge of science, and to want something antique and pretty just because it was antique and pretty felt like something prohibited to him. Machines like this were for hipsters and rich kids and people who could be a little pretentious without getting too much ridicule for it.
But... he'd told Eddie. He doesn't remember when or how it had come up. Some muzzy morning of pillow talk, he'd mentioned how he loved them. Eddie had been making breakfast, he thinks, and Cisco hadn't been entirely sure he was even listening.
He rests a hand against his chest, over his heart, without quite realizing it. He's too stunned to even smile right now. With his other hand Cisco reaches out, touching the cool metal of the machine, checking that it's real. He touches the wheel, the stenciled flowers, the little stack of fabrics. ]
...You remembered.
[ Cisco looks up at Eddie again now, heart beating a little too fast, his expression momentarily closer to confusion than to happiness. It's not just the thing itself - it's the fact that Eddie had listened and thought that something beautiful like this would suit Cisco. That Eddie knew him well enough to see past just getting him another Star Wars tee.
When the smile finally breaks onto Cisco's face, it is small, distracted, and warm. ]
It's perfect.
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So he keeps holding his breath as Cisco looks over the sewing machine (what had made him think that an antique, inefficient machine would be a good gift for an engineer?) and tries to read the expression on Cisco's face. He looks startled, almost a little shocked, and Eddie's heart is beating too hard, his throat feels tight and he licks his lips nervously, fidgets a little with his hands as he waits. Cisco says he'd always wanted one, and that he remembered, but the expression on his face is so hard to read that Eddie can't help but feel like he screwed it up, like maybe Cisco had wanted it, but only a little in a casual way and he should have gone for something more meaningful, more traditional...
But then Cisco says it's perfect, with that small, delicate smile on his face, the one Eddie knows means that somehow, impossibly, he did the right thing. Eddie exhales a long breath that he's been holding for long enough to start feeling a little dizzy, and he steps toward Cisco, reaches out and rests his hand on Cisco's arm.]
I know it's a little...unconventional, and old, but...you did say you'd wanted one and when I saw it, I just...I thought you might like it. Maybe design something that isn't a super suit, you know? You're so good at it, and I know you love sci-fi and movies and candy and pop culture, but I wanted to get you something...different. You know? I...
[He takes a breath and holds it, to stop himself from babbling, then speaks softly and clearly and genuinely, his smile warm while he watches the way Cisco reaches out to touch the machine. He runs his fingers over the metal, traces the slightly raised painted patterns on the side, follows the impractical but beautiful curves of the machine, the smooth metal of the wheel. And it feels more real that he likes it, looking at him treating it that way.]
I'm so glad you like it.
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[ Cisco wants to tell Eddie how he's feeling, how deeply touched he is by the gift, but it's hard to find the right words. He doesn't have enough practice yet with this sort of intensely heartfelt gesture. It calls for an answer that is nothing but absolute, unflinching honesty, and that is sometimes a challenge for Cisco. But he keeps touching the machine, tweaking little bits of it, running his thumb along the needle carefully, before he says: ]
Different makes me feel like you... [ A pause, to swallow, to find the best end to that sentence. ] ...like you actually see me.
[ It isn't that his love of movies and all things nerdy are phony; Cisco does love things, deeply, and they've gone into shaping who he is as a person. It's just that there is more to him than that. Sometimes he wishes there weren't, because the 'more' is messy and complicated and not always very appealing, but it's there. The fact that Eddie had taken a risk, hadn't just settled on something easy, means the world.
Cisco registers what Eddie had said about making something other than a super suit. He's done little repairs to clothes before, but nothing fancy. And the super suit had been close enough to engineering to feel safe. But... he could use this to make clothes. It would probably be loud and clumsy at first but he could make something. For himself. For Eddie. ]
If I... [ There's a hint of shyness in Cisco's voice now, even as his hands drop to his sides and he takes a step closer to Eddie. ] ...if I make your something and it's not too hideous, would you wear it?
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Cisco's hands keep moving over the sewing machine, turning the wheel and flirting his thumb against the sharp tip of the needle, and Eddie can see in the way he moves how much he likes it. The last vestiges of tension leave Eddie's body and when Cisco drops his hands and steps closer to him, he exhales again, closes the gap between them to lean against Cisco's side, turns his head and ducks it to kiss the crown of Cisco's head.
And when Cisco asks if he made him something and it wasn't hideous, if he would wear it, Eddie smiles. It's abrupt and bright and warm and he brings his arm around Cisco's shoulders to squeeze, a sort of sideways hug.]
Are you kidding? I would absolutely love it if you made me something to wear. And I doubt it would be hideous. You made this bracelet, after all, and I love it. You have a great sense of style.
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His initial shock is ebbing now and Cisco once more feels warm and buzzy and elated. He bumps his hip against Eddie's thigh, grin going a little flirty at the edges. ]
Even if it's a bit risqué?
[ He wouldn't start there, of course. He would want to be sure he could make half-decent looking normal clothes before he tried to throw together anything sexy. But someday, perhaps... ]
Just wondering.
[ And then Cisco is slipping his arms around Eddie's neck, pulling him down into another kiss. ]
Thank you. Thank you so so much.
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When Cisco asks if he'd wear it even if it's risqué, Eddie laughs, abrupt and bright and pleased.]
Only in the apartment, and only for you, but yes. Really though, you like man lingerie? I never would've guessed.
[A little grin, teasing, and it only widens as Cisco's arms go around his neck, as he leans in to kiss him. Cisco's mouth is warm and soft against his, and Eddie's arms come comfortably around his waist, settling at the familiar curve just above Cisco's hips. His fingertips brush lightly against the hollow of his spine, just above the small of his back, and he smiles down at him warmly once he pulls away from the kiss.]
Mmm, you're welcome. Have I told you you're gorgeous lately?
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[ Of course Cisco's not actually sure where the borderline is, what constitutes lingerie and what doesn't. But he thinks he knows vaguely what Eddie was referring to - corsets and garters and tight, lacy things with bows and frills, very sexual, very feminine. And while Cisco can see the appeal of all that in some situations, it wasn't exactly what he'd been thinking of. Still, it's hard to correct Eddie when he only has the vaguest sense of what he actually did mean, so he just smiles and shakes his head, cheeks warm with embarrassment.
But that brief flutter of self-consciousness melts away as Eddie kisses him, the two of them fitting together so easily. But then again, it had always been like that. From that very first date, they had fit one another like puzzle pieces. There had been moments when the emotional side of things had been hard (in a good way, because being with Eddie had forced him to deal with a lot of stuff he'd been avoiding for, well, most of his life), but the physical aspect of their relationship had clicked right from the beginning. Cisco relaxes into the kiss, his eyes falling shut, feeling safe and joyful and entirely at home. ]
Yeah, all the time.
[ He could just stay like this, kissing Eddie, both of them swaying slightly with it, for hours and hours. But Cisco remembers his half of the anniversary date and so, after another blurry interval of wordless kissing, he pulls away to say. ]
How 'bout we drop this stuff off at your place and then go dancing?
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Alright, I'll take your word for it. If you insist.
[It's gently teasing, but Eddie files it away for later consideration, the thought of male lingerie and whether Cisco might like the idea. Whether he might like it. It's not the right thought for now, because Cisco is settled in his lap and kissing him, and it feels right and natural and they fit in a way that makes him feel soft and warm instead of hot.
He laughs softly when Cisco says that he tells him he's gorgeous all the time, brushing their noses together, eyes fluttering a little bit as he does so, then kisses him again before murmuring against his mouth.]
Well, I think you could always stand to hear it one more time.
[And when Cisco suggests, after more kissing, after more touching foreheads and noses and lips against each others' faces, that they drop off the sewing supplies at his place and go dancing, he nods. He picks up the machine and takes Cisco's hand in his and they go.
And somehow, impossibly, despite the two of them and who they are and the kind of luck they have, the rest of the night is just as perfect as the start of it had been. If the dancefloor is chilly, it just means they have to press closer together. If the lights flicker it feels more like a strobe than a power outage. And when the night is over, and they're curled up together in Eddie's bed, his arms around Cisco and the feeling of Cisco's warm breath against his throat, he can't help but think that if he and Cisco lived to be a thousand, he could still never get enough of this.]