Up until two days ago, being with Buck was not something Eddie thought he'd ever have. Occasionally he'd allow himself to fantasize about what it'd be like, but he'd accepted that they wouldn't be anything more than best friends.
But actually getting to have this? It's leaps and bounds beyond anything he's ever dared to hope. Now? Now he gets to fall asleep with Buck's arms around him and his head on Buck's shoulder. Now he knows how incredible it feels to wake up in Buck's arms.
Eddie wakes up first and immediately checks his watch. He's been asleep for a little over an hour. Buck is still sleeping peacefully at his side, his chest rising and falling with each breath. He never looks this peaceful when he sleeps at the station. He's lighter, more relaxed here.
Eddie can't help but touch, lightly running his fingers over every available inch of Buck's skin.
"You're staring," mumbles Buck, barely awake.
"Can you blame me?" Eddie murmurs back, not the least bit embarrassed to be caught. "You look-"
"Terrible?"
"-beautiful," Eddie finishes, ignoring Buck's interruption. He cuts off any protests with a kiss. "Now go back to sleep, we have hours before Christopher gets home."
"Okay," agrees Buck. "We'll talk about this later."
"Okay," acknowledges Eddie.
Unfortunately for Eddie, no matter how perfect this moment feels, he's not falling back asleep. It's his growling stomach that finally convinces him to move. He gingerly slips out of bed without waking Buck, quietly grabs a t-shirt and shorts from his dresser and shuffles to the kitchen.
He immediately starts the coffeemaker and searches through the refrigerator to see what he has. Almost nothing, as it turns out. But he has everything to make French toast and he decides to fully commit to the breakfast in bed cliché.
He remembers when his abuela insisted on teaching him and his sisters how to make French toast so they'd have at least one meal to cook for that special person in their lives. He remembers feeling discouraged when he burned his first attempt but abuela just told him that a meal doesn't have to be fancy to be important. It just needs to be cooked as an act of love.
"You're cooking?" Buck asks skeptically when he wanders into the kitchen dressed in Eddie's sweats. He pours himself a cup of coffee and gets comfortable on the counter next to the stove.
"I need you to trust me," says Eddie, feigning hurt feelings. He knows his reputation in the kitchen.
"Then neither of us would get breakfast," Buck teases, wrapping his legs around Eddie to pull him in for a kiss.
"Stop distracting me then."
Buck reluctantly releases Eddie, but "supervises" him carefully the whole time.
When Eddie is done cooking, he's vindicated as soon as Buck takes the first bite and smiles in surprise.
While they're eating, Buck wraps his legs around Eddie again, pulling him closer. "You think I'm beautiful, huh?"
"Yeah," Eddie quickly agrees.
We just got a foot of fluffy snow today so you guys get another fluffy Buddie moment.
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