"Remind me again..." Janet asked as she pressed the ice packet to Eddie's head with just a little too much force, "Why you thought it was a good idea to run your head into Big Kat's fist?"
"Ouch," he said, grabbing the ice and pushing her hand away, "You're supposed to be Florence Nightingale, not Nurse Ratchet."
"And why is that?" she asked, stepping back and putting her hands on her hips.
"Because," he said, as though it should be obvious, "I was defending your honor."
"You have got to be kidding me. He was just being his normal drunk idea self."
"HE KISSED YOU!" Eddie yelled then clutched his head, "Damn it."
"Yeah, he did, he was drunk and he slobbered on me a little. Eddie, I manage basically the only place to have fun in the entire town and I control the beer, pretty much everyone in the town has kissed me at one point or another."
"Who? I want names."
"Why do you can hit them all?"
"Maybe," he said, cursing as she rubbed peroxide into the cut he'd gotten on his back when he'd fallen on his ass, "Just tell me who the hell kissed you."
"Tommy Deluca, Matt Helling, Ikey."
"Ikey!?!" Eddie's eyebrows shot up almost into his hair.
"Yeah, he was very, very drunk at the time; probably had no idea who I was," she smiled at him, "Neither did any of the others, including Big Kat."
"He wasn't that drunk or he wouldn't have been able to actually hit me."
She smiled at him, "Okay, so maybe he was trying to piss you off. And you played right into it."
"I don't like other guys kissing you."
"Well that makes two of us," she said, leaning forward to kiss him softly.
When she pulls back he gives her a smirk, "You aren't even a little impressed by my defending your honor."
"I'd be a little more impressed if you'd managed to hit him." At Eddie's downcast eyes her face softened, she leaned in and kissed him. He kissed her back, hands lifting to cup her face.
"Maybe I was a little impressed," she said when she pulled back, "No one's ever been quite so jealous over me before." Her voice is low and sweet, soft in a way it rarely is with anyone but him. That along with the way her hands are moving down his back tells him that sex is imminent.
"Very jealous," he affirms as he pulls her closer, "Very, very."