Edge

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Odette is sleeping in Ethan's hands and it reminds him of this day long ago.

Ethan walked in and Odette was on the couch, displaced so that Betsy could hook up with whoever. It was three am, the shooting on set took way too long, he was dead tired and felt like a half decomposed corpse. He was shocked to see her there, but not really, she had a house key like Adam and Xana. He gives keys out like their teeth rotting candy on halloween, and Odette accepted it without checking it for razorblades and whatever other things urban legends warned parents of.

Ethan and Odette were both a little irresponsible, he too trusting and she relishing in the risk, drinking in the danger like it was water. Her weary soul was thirsting for it

He asked "You wait up for me?" because why else would she be up so late, or maybe it was early he hadn't slept yet so he decided these wee hours of the morning were night time.

"No, I just couldn't sleep." she said.

"One of those nights?" he asked while walking up to her.

"Yeah, just can't make the thoughts stop." She said, he grabbed her hand and said "let's go to bed."

He fell back into his big bed and felt like he was drowning in comfort. He pulled Odette into his bed with him, she straddled his lap.

"You cut?" He said with a sleep deep voice.

"No," she said. " just cried."

"Good." he said.

They swam in the silence, before Ethan said, "I trust you but is this one of those times I should check?"

She laughs and flashes him her wrist, it's marred with old scars but clean from new ones.

"Take off your pants?" He asks. She starts to fiddle with their clasp and undoing zipper before even asking why.

She slipped them off, and flings them onto the floor. She's straddling him again, his hand on her knee. He's looking at thighs and says "Spread your legs." she seems surprised but complies.

He looks at her thighs and tries to ignore her underwear. It's the same lacey red and black ones from the pantless party. He strokes her thigh with his thumb and says "I googled self harm and I saw that people check wrists but not thighs. Figured I'd learn from their mistakes. I think you should sleep in my room tonight."

She says, "I've never cut my thighs, thanks for caring though. Sure I'll stay. Unhook my bra?"

The moment is sexually tense. Ethan can barely take it, he looks her in her eyes and says "Sure, is it hooked in the back or the front."

She laughs and says "back. but good to know that front clasp bras are a surefire way to trick you into feeling me up."

He laughs, undoing her bra with one hand. "All you'd have to do is ask."

She slept in his arms that night too. Later on the next day Xana had said to him "I don't want to start a fight."

Ethan sighed and said "We're probably going to get in one anyway."

"Do you want to sleep with Odette?" She asked.

"Yes." Ethan answered honestly.

Xana shook her head and said "That's what I thought. Are you going to?"

"No." He said.

"That is what I thought too." she replies kissing him on the cheek and walking off.

Odette asked him what was going on afterwards because he seemed really stressed.

"Xana and I are going to get in a fight. I can feel it, everything is too tense. and all wrong. Have you ever felt as if you were on the precipice of an argument?"

Odette nodded and said "I've spent entire relationships feeling like that."

Ethan hopes that now in their relationship, neither one of them ever feels that way again.

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