[ 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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[ 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.]