|Maybe One Day
Author: RobertDowneyJrLove PM
Eddie comes home to find Fiona propped up on the couch with a sprained ankle. Somehow that leads to one of their sweetest moments...and one of their most sexual! Racy kissing and fluff abounds! Slight hurt/comfort. Ongoing series.Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Romance - Eddie A. & Fiona B. - Chapters: 31 - Words: 49,032 - Reviews: 69 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 05-23-13 - Published: 12-10-11 - id: 7625657
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She's watching some ridiculous chick flick when he trudges through the door. He's cold, tired and entirely certain that his lungs have spontaneously combusted from exertion in the bitterly cold air, and he's not in the mood to talk. He really just wants to take a hot shower, change into some sweats and crawl into bed. He wants nothing more than to let the warmth of his bed seep into his skin, slip around every muscles and pull him into a deep sleep - one that would normally require the use of medication. He barely makes it through the foyer when his name is called.
"Eddie?" Fiona's voice is strangled and she sounds as if she's in pain. "Eddie, is that you?"
"Yes," He sighs tiredly, reluctantly trudging into the living room. "What happened?"
She's watching a chick flick but her left ankle is propped up on the coffee table, an ice pack draped over it - he knew first aid well enough to know that it was done wrong. She's fidgeting and squirming on the couch, even though her eyes are drooping closed and her body is wearing itself down.
"I sprained my ankle at work today - " Fiona motions toward the aforementioned ankle with a dramatic splay of long, elegant fingers. "I'm ready for bed but I can't make it on my own."
"Why didn't you call Nigel?" Eddie scrunches his face up in confusion. "Couldn't he have helped you?"
"Nigel...we...um..I broke up with Nigel." She finally spits out, "He's gone and even if he wasn't, he can't lift me."
"Okay why you'd break up with Mister. Wonderful? And two, you weigh maybe ninety pounds soaking wet and he can't lift you?" Eddie raises his eyebrows, refusing to buy the laughable story she's trying to sell him.
Fiona's eyes fill with tears, threatening to spill over long lashes as she finally meets his clear azure eyes, "I had to tell him about the kisses, Eddie. It didn't seem right to hide it from him."
Eddie doesn't say anything as he walks over to her, scoops her up easily and starts toward her bedroom. She's only wearing a pair of cut-off sweatpants and a loose fitting white t-shirt that is almost completely see through. Her blonde hair is pulled back in a ponytail with a few golden strands falling in her face. She has her left leg kicked out in front of her, her arms around his neck and her head resting lightly on his shoulder.
"I find it hard to believe Nigel couldn't carry you." Eddie comments with a playful smile.
His shoes had been kicked off at the door, the sleeves of his light blue shirt have been rolled up to his elbows and with Fiona cradled against his chest, he looks every bit the part of a husband carrying his wife to bed to have his way with her. Her head is tilted back, soft giggles escaping her as he carries her to her room to help her into bed. She looks every bit the part of a wife letting her husband carry her to bed.
It's the first time they haven't jumped from one extreme to another.
They usually jumped from fighting mad at one another - to the point of extreme hatred - to hot, passionate kissing with groping and the like involved in some way. Usually their kissing was something akin to heavy foreplay.
"Well this is the same man who had trouble carrying his briefcase." Fiona tells him, giggling despite the fact that they're making fun of a man she had once thought she loved.
Eddie laughs as he kicks her bedroom door open and carries her over to the bed. "Well, you're the lightest person I've ever carried."
Despite being tired, cold and quite certain that his lungs had caught fire when he walked through the door, he finds this light, playful conversation with the flat-mate he's supposed to hate rather warm and endearing. Sure she has her moments but then again so does he and sometimes he thinks their hatred isn't entirely real. After all he was a male and had come to appreciate her form - and all of it's wonderful assets, even if it did mean putting up with her when she was on a rampage.
"Thanks Eddie." Her voice breaks him from his reverie and makes him realize that he's still cradling her against his chest.
He reluctantly sets her down on the bed and moves to help her tuck the blankets around her. He's tucking them around her abdomen when the light, playful moment suddenly becomes something much more sensual and sexual. It could have been her appreciative smile at him being so willing to help her or it could it have been the hint of pink peeking out from the loose collar of her white t-shirt either way, he finds himself staring at her lips.
"Eddie..." Her voice trails off as she leans her head up, barely touching her lips to his.
That's all it took. Without a second thought, they're almost viciously attacking each other's lips. Before he can register just what in the hell they're doing, he's on top of her, pulling and yanking at the covers in a desperate attempt to get closer to her body. The soft warmth that lies beneath the layers of blankets.
"Eddie." She whimpers, pulling him closer, gripping his shoulders like a lifeline because no matter how much she claims to hate him, the hard hotness of his body is a temptation that she refuses to resist.
He's reaching for her shorts when reality crashes back to him. "Fiona we can't -"
Despite desperately wanting too - and they both do - he knows that she's still in shock over the loss of her relationship and he has no intention of being the rebound. She's grieving over a lost relationship and it would feel too much like taking advantage of her and although he's male, he still has his morals. This temptation is one he has to resist.
"Fiona, you just broke up with Nigel. I'm not taking advantage of you." Eddie murmurs, pulling completely away and standing up. He carefully tucks her under the covers and brushes some hair from her face. He makes his way out of the room, pretending not to notice the contented smile that tugs at Fiona's lips as she lets her eyes close.
He's sweet and tender when he's being playful. Exuding a warmth and a different kind of a sexuality than usual. It's different from the fiery hardness of the hatred that he's supposed to feel for her. It's a good kind of a different. The kind of different that made her wonder what exactly having Eddie Artlette as a boyfriend would be like.
That could be a problem considering they were supposed to hate each other.
Maybe one day.
Completely pointless and fluffy but I love it! I honestly don't think that they really hated each other that much - beneath Eddie's sexy rough-and-tumble exterior, I think there might have actually been a part of him that liked Fiona. Anyway leave me love, Dolls!