Discreet (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader)

Discreet

Eddie watched you from across the table as you thumbed through your book, flipping the pages with such concentration on your face that he bet he could do anything right now and you wouldn't even notice.

He leaned forward, reaching his long arm under the table, crossing the space between your laps to gently place his hand on your knee - beautifully exposed by your sundress. He thanked the Gods that you wore that today, and for the coverage of the library's table.

You glanced up at him over the top of your book to see him seemingly minding his own business, head propped up with one hand as he stared down at the book he was "reading."

You returned your attention to your book, smiling to yourself as his hand began to slide forward, warm fingers accented by cool rings travelling northward up the inside of your thigh.

He thought he was so sneaky.

"Eddie?" You whisper, peering up at him again to see his eyes fixed to his book.

"Hm?" He hummed lowly, that sound alone sending a shiver up your spine.

"What are you doing?" You asked as your lips turned up into a knowing smirk.

"Just readin', princess," he says sarcastically, fighting the urge to smile as he pretends to ignore you.

You giggled, deciding if he could play, then so could you. You crossed your legs suddenly, cutting off his roaming hand's access as it falls from your lap.

You watch as his eyes finally snap up from his book, large espresso-colored globes peering into your soul as he shoots you a look that screams oh, really?

He leans back with a subtle smirk, one corner of his gorgeous mouth upturned as he studies you. You hold his gaze, challenging him as you close your book innocently.

He bites his bottom lip, looking around to see how empty the library is. You two were pretty concealed in your little private study area on the second floor, but he wanted enough privacy that he could have you - really have you.

"Would you mind getting me another book?" He asks, leaning forward and turning his head slightly, his sweet puppy-dog eyes gazing at you with enough pleading behind them to make you do anything. "You're just so good at picking them."

You sigh heavily, shaking your head with a smirk. You may have had him wrapped around your finger but Eddie? Well, he had you wrapped around his entire being. You stood slowly, reaching over to take his discarded book as you lean over enough to give him a nice look down your shirt.

Despite his efforts to remain cool, you giggle when you hear a short, audible gasp escape his throat. You study his face and find his cheeks warming up with color and beam with pride as you turn to walk away. It was tough to catch a guy like Eddie off guard but you could - and it drove him crazy.

You're standing between a couple of large bookshelves when you see Eddie pop around from the corner of your eye.

"Need some help?" He asks as he walks behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist the way he always did.

"Oh, you don't trust my book selection now?" You ask with a cheeky smile, looking up at him lovingly.

Eddie smiled back even wider as your eyes glimmered in the faint light of the overhead lamps. "Just missed you," he said as he leaned in to place a kiss on your lips. You felt a warmth rush through your body as his hands wrapped tighter around your hips.

"Well, what are you in the mood for? Mystery, true crime... romance?" You teased, squealing as he tickled you for that last one. He was a sucker for those types of novels but he'd deny it to the grave in front of anyone else.