Based on a prompt I got from my Eddie Riggs ask blog. Enjoy this tiny drabble. Minorly tweaked before posting. Also crossposted to my AO3 account.
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She surprises him with a kiss.
By this point he's covered in grease, grime and what feels like demon blood, so Eddie doesn't feel particularly kissable. He feels like he's rolled down several hills and been run over by a herd of razorboars. Hunting demons has its costs, which turns out to be his cleanliness. After introducing Ironheade to showering, they hadn't hit this level of grime in months. Eddie thanks the gods of metal for making soap easy to come by.
Yet, Ophelia still catches him by the chin, a playful smile on her features as she leans in and steals a kiss. It isn't a long one, but it leaves Eddie a little pink when Ophelia pulls away. He feels kind of silly, like an elated school girl at the amusement on her features.
"Hey good looking." She greets as she cups his cheek in her hand. Slim work worn fingers idly scritch at the fuzz of his five-a-clock shadow. Eddie finds his eyelids drooping in contentment at the feeling.
"Look whose talkin'!" He says with a laugh, his expression softening at the edges as he leans into Ophelia's grasp. She's strong enough to keep them both easily balanced. "You're the great lookin' one here." He makes the appropriate finger guns to go with his words. He'd wink if he knew that wouldn't get him a pinch out right.
Ophelia rolls her eyes fondly at that, jabbing Eddie lightly on the side. The movement playful and teasing. "Don't start anything, Eddie. You know I'll win."
"Mhm." He relents, content to steal a kiss himself this time. He succeeds, and succeeds again. Ophelia has no qualms with kissing him, even if she's getting dirty in the process. It just means they'll have to share a shower stall later on to make up for it.
