Bunch of story stuff that will consist of metal gear and knuckles

Me Wifey: Jimmy x Edith Chapter 2

⚠️Warning ⚠️
🍋lemon and daddy, naming kink!
No, I don't have a daddy kink and I don't support incest, and thank god these two are definitely not related. I only added this trait In this fic in reference to that cringey "who's your daddy? Meme". I actually
Kinda like the song. Oopse.

But anyway, don't read if you don't like.

Now, Imma try to be creative and try to do Jimmy's P.o.v.

Street lights would expose the silhouettes of every building that almost blended in the night sky. Only the sprinkled stars would help every other object stand out so much. What stood out the most were the neon lights from the stores and the dried cement to help guide the coughing quirky fellow.
It took a few hits to calm him down. An extreme train wreck he would be around her without a bag of his 'stuff'.

The only real difference between today and yesterday was that he didn't have his dark suit on. Instead, he had on a white buttoned up shirt with a gold-colored chained bracelet. Surprisingly, he did shower before leaving. Letting himself go as far as to 'borrow' cologne from wolf. Still, the clone-gone-wrong man would not bother to wipe off the smudge of blood under his nose and the remittence of the special dust all over his face and black tie.

Jimmy was still a bit stressed about this date. Yes, he would have fun with other ladies at a few sex clubs here and there, but he never allowed himself to go this far. Thinking about her was the only thing to make him feel so motivated to go on this date. Otherwise, he despised the paranoia he got when being out in the dark. The smallest of things, such as a rolling tin can, could make him run away. Weather he would make his move or not, the socially awkward pervert lusted for her enough to beat off a few times to the idea of tying the girl up and having her cry for more.

He was shocked that he didn't go limp yet. It appears that the scientist himself was just as interested in Edith. Maybe their minds weren't that different, after all.

Edith was already waiting for him in the ally way. The first thing that caught him off guard was the gloss on her lips. A pastel lavender choker was around her pale neck. She had on a matching colored dress that was short enough to expose her black thigh-high tights. Such a sight made his heart skip a beat. Thinking of a clever remark to get her attention, he gulped to himself.

"Hands in the fuckin' air, Edith!" He said in a low, scratchy voice while gesturing his hands like finger guns.

The breathless Edith striked him with the most passionate hug that he has ever received. The way she was practically melting into his chest made his heart feel heavy.

Green blood shot orbs traveled down to the top of the petite girls dark brown hair. Fingers traveled through the soft fluff. Jimmy was still new to her, but he admired the childish energy that emanated from her. He didn't understand why her hugs felt so good.

"Oh Jimmy, I can't believe it's you! You are so much more cuter than what I pictured! Can I touch your Afro?" Shyly pulling away from her, he shook his head.

"Yeah, of course. Just don't make it wet. It'll freak me out."

Not expecting to have to bend his knees so much to equally level her height, her sleeveless arms wrapped around his neck. Now that he was closer to her frame, he felt more soothed as she played with his brown curls. He could hear Edith's heart beat as she buried her nose into his hair just to sniff it.

"The smell of your hair say otherwise, man."

The Eccentric lady's laughter left a heart warming smile on his face. Something felt so right about being in her warm arms, that he wanted to strongly wrap his own around her waist and...cry? Maybe her coconut perfume was causing some allergic reactions.