[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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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.]