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Buck loves being drunk.
Okay, maybe she should clarify, because that makes her sound like a lush, and she’s not. Sure, Buck 1.0 drank without much regard to its lasting effects, but she’s grown since then. She’s learned about addiction and how easy it is to use alcohol to numb the feelings you don’t want to deal with, and how easy it is to lose yourself in that, especially with a job like hers.
Besides, being drunk in and of itself isn’t what she loves; it’s being drunk with her people around her that she actually enjoys.
She’s not even that drunk right now, in all honesty. She’s nowhere near blacking out, she just feels good. Her chest is fizzy and her body is light and her head is a little bit heavy maybe and she’s starving but she’s not going to throw up or pass out or anything crazy like that.
She’s just happy and warm and bright.
She and Eddie had a night in, and since Christopher is at a sleepover with a classmate, they had a bottle of wine with their dinner, which turned into Buck bragging about her mixology skills during the show they’d started watching after, and that led to Eddie daring her to make them drinks with what they had at the house, so now they’re both more than a little bit drunk in Eddie’s kitchen, dipping their potato chips into icing and waiting for the Pizza Rolls in the oven to heat up.
That’s another thing she loves; Eddie - her best friend, her wife, even if it’s not a typical marriage.
They tied the knot while Buck was healing from the ladder truck explosion, because Eddie’s benefits decreased when her husband died after an accident, and she’d been struggling. Carla was helping, but Eddie and Chris had come to visit her one day at the loft - in an effort to keep her from losing her mind after being unable to do anything - even walk to the fucking bathroom without crutches for weeks - and even though she played it off well, Buck knew something was up. She could see the worry lines around Eddie’s doe eyes and the tension lining her forehead and bracketing her mouth whenever she wasn’t actively engaged in conversation.
So, Buck pulled her aside and asked her about it - a couple times, because her best friend was nothing if not stubborn - and it wasn’t too long before Eddie cracked and told her the whole story. Her benefits from the military dropping off and Chris struggling with the loss of his dad, even if he only really had the memories of the few short months he’d come back once they loved to LA, her parents pressuring her about providing a stable home for Chris by moving back to Texas and possible custody, on top of everything else going on in their lives.
It also wasn’t long before Buck made the casual comment about how she would marry Eddie if it would help, which gained her a weird look and a long silence before Eddie asked if she was serious.
She was, of course. Buck has never looked before she leapt, and this time was no different. After that, they sped-run marriage and moving in together. It had to look real to the government because - even though Eddie had been discharged for years at this point - they were intolerable about “taking advantage of the system”, or whatever.
It worked out pretty well for Buck too - the stairs in her loft kind of sucked with a cast all the way up her thigh, and moving into Eddie’s meant she got to sleep in an actual bed instead of further imprinting her body shape onto the couch. Eddie was nervous that she might jostle her injuries too hard in their sleep, but Buck unequivocally refused to kick her out of her own bed, so they’ve been sharing ever since.
There have been some bumps along the way, with Buck’s struggle to get back to work initially and rough calls that they’re, unfortunately, all too familiar with after this long on the job, but they get through them together, and it’s kind of amazing, honestly.
Sure, they’re both straight so it’s not a stereotypical marriage, but Buck thinks it still might be better than any other relationship she’s had.
Every night is like a sleepover, but the best kind, where they’re so comfortable in each other’s space that they don’t even question it before pulling the other into a hug or clinging a little after a bad day. There’s a silent understanding to it that she’s only ever shared with Eddie.
Everything that she’s searched so hard for before and had to force with her ex-boyfriends comes so easily with Eddie, the intimacy of the friendship they’d built carrying over seamlessly into their marriage.
The rest of their family had their share of questions, but it just made sense for Buck and Eddie, so they mostly let it go.
It’s been nearly a year, and it still continues to make sense.
Like now, when they’re both buzzing and happy and leaning on one another in the kitchen as they laugh. The warm overhead light catches Eddie’s eyes, flashing them green for a second before they’re hidden from sight as her eyes flutter closed with the force of her laughter, bending over and leaning even heavier against Buck.
She doesn’t even remember what they’re laughing at anymore, they’ve been cackling about it for so long, but she doesn’t even care. Eddie should be this happy all the time. She’s the most beautiful thing Buck’s seen in her entire life, and she should always look like this; a flush high on her cheeks from the liquor and the laughter, eyes bright and crinkled joyfully around the edges, entire body loose and pliant and so warm against Buck’s side, her long, dark hair loose from it’s normally constricting braids that Buck has recently learned to do in order to take it off Eddie’s plate, regardless of how small a thing it is.
Nobody and no piece of art has ever been as beautiful as Eddie Diaz is right now, and Buck feels breathless at being allowed to witness this. It feels like she’s been given VIP access to a one-of-a-kind masterpiece that nobody else gets to see, and the significance is kind of leaving her mesmerized.
The timer ringing draws her gaze away and she grabs a rag to get the pan out of the oven - making sure to turn that off before she forgets - and sets it on the counter, even as her entire focus stays on the women behind her.
She might be drunker than she thought, because despite that, she’s still taken completely off-guard when she spins back around and hands cup her face, pulling her immediately into a kiss.
She freezes in place, because this is not what they do. They’re friends, and yeah, they’re probably more tactile than other friends, but they’re women who have been living together for nearly a year, that’s just normal.
And yeah sure, maybe Eddie’s her favorite person in the entire world and she’d do anything to make her happy and she regularly notes how stunning her wife is, and okay, so maybe there is a slight fluttering in her chest when she refers to Eddie as her wife - some possessive, greedy part of her lizard brain that is pleased at the reminder that Eddie is hers, that she comes home to Buck every night and crawls into their bed, freshly showered and sleepy and quiet, and no, that’s not exactly a new feeling either, if she’s being totally honest with herself. She’s been selfish with Eddie and her attention basically since the beginning and there’s always a warmth in her chest when she feels the full effect of it on her, but that doesn’t necessarily mean anything, right?
And okay, so yes, this is the best kiss of Buck’s entire life, hands down, and it doesn’t even matter that it’s just a sweet press of their lips together and the warmth from earlier flows through her body until she’s weak in the knees-
“Oh, my fucking God,” she whispers, eyes wide as Eddie draws away.
She hadn’t actually reciprocated, her brain overloaded with the rush of information and leaving her fried like a busted breaker box, and now Eddie looks nervous, her eyebrows pinched in the middle, bottom lip stuck between her teeth, her anxiety broadcasted in every inch of her previously relaxed stance.
Buck lets out an overwhelmed groan as she leans forward and captures Eddie’s lips again, her hands lifting to cup her beautiful face and hold her in place as Buck finally participates in the next best kiss of her life.
She can taste the salt from the chips and the sweet vanilla of the icing lingering deliciously on Eddie’s plump lips, mixing with the perfectly unique flavor that’s all Eddie, and it goes straight to Buck’s head, leaving her feeling like she’s somehow having an out-of-body experience while also feeling the most grounded she’s ever felt in her whole life.
“Oh my God, Eddie, please tell me I am not this stupid,” she whines, refusing to pull away, even when Eddie giggles in response, too busy licking into her mouth to give her any kind of answer.
Buck drops her hands to Eddie’s thighs and lifts her up to sit on the edge of the counter - a move that makes Eddie shriek a little, and that’s also so fucking cute - before pressing into the space between her legs - legs that cross behind her back as Eddie’s hands make their way into her hair, all without breaking the kiss.
“Eddie, Eddie, oh my god, please tell me that I am not so stupid that I fell in love with my best friend and somehow just didn’t realize it, ” she begs, but Eddie laughs again.
“I’m going to be totally honest here baby, I’m kind of hoping that’s exactly what happened, because that’s what I want; you in love with me like I’m in love with you.”
Buck whines high in her throat again, already addicted to the feeling of Eddie’s lips sliding velvety smooth over hers as she speaks, her tongue in Buck’s mouth, her sweet laughter filling the space around them and dancing on her taste buds. “How in the fuck did I miss this?” All their words are muffled since neither one of them seems to be all that interested in separating enough to breathe, let alone something as stupid as talking.
They’re kissing and it’s perfect; it’s the best thing ever and there’s no reason that she’d need to stop kissing her wif-
“ Oh my God! ” She cries abruptly, pulling away for the first time, helplessly searching Eddie’s gaze. “We’re married!”
Eddie laughs, loud and unburdened at her outburst, but Buck isn’t done yet, her palms still cradling Eddie’s face, shaking her slightly in her hysteria. “Eddie!! We’re in love, and we’re married, and we live together, and we have an entire life together and I missed it! Oh my God, this has to be a new level of stupid, why did I think this was normal best friend behavior?!”
Eddie pulls her back in, one hand moving from Buck’s curls to her waist, pressing their bodies even closer as she sucks Buck’s bottom lip into her mouth, swallowing down the moan it draws from Buck’s throat. “Don’t talk about my wife like that.” She growls, forcing Buck’s mouth open and plunging her tongue in. “You’re perfect, and I love you so so much.”
“Love you. Love you, Eddie, holy shit,” Buck swears fervently, running her hands up and down Eddie’s body in a drunk, passionate race to feel as much of her wife’s skin as she can, to commit the sensation of it, silky smooth, beneath her fingertips to memory until it’s the only thing she knows, until it’s the only thing that will remain of her when she’s dead and gone.
Needing to memorize as much contact as physically possible, she drags her lips away from Eddie, trailing them down her cheek, across her jaw - after a short pitstop to kiss the beauty mark under her eye that she’s always been obsessed with, internally lamenting about how the fuck she never figured out her feelings before now - before kissing down Eddie’s neck, sucking the skin into her mouth and groaning at the slightly salty and perfect taste of Eddie’s skin.
She can feel the rumble of Eddie’s moan against her lips, and suddenly, all Buck can think about is making Eddie make that sound again. She wants to feel it against her lips, wants to taste the air from her lungs when she does it and burn the noise into her brain so she can recall it in perfect pitch at any given moment.
When she sucks harder and Eddie scoots closer to the end of the counter in a bid to get closer, Buck lets her hand drop and trail lightly over the band of the sweatpants Eddie had thrown on after they got off shift that morning. “Eddie, can I please?”
The question is unfinished and practically incomprehensible with the way Buck’s lips are still attached to Eddie’s neck, but they haven’t needed something as complicated as words to communicate with in a long time.
“Yes, Buck. God, please, touch me,” Eddie breathes, arching her back and pressing harder into Buck’s touch, spreading her legs further apart, and Buck could not say with 100% certainty that she doesn’t drool about that.
She moves her hand slowly, slipping easily beneath the waist band, her fingertips dancing over Eddie’s core through the fabric of her panties, feeling her heat even through the fabric, her other hand slipping beneath her loose Henley, fingers spreading wide against her back to force her even closer.
Eddie gasps quietly when Buck presses harder against her center, her head falling back against the cupboard with a heavy thunk that she barely seems to register. The hand that was resting on her waist lifts to her shoulder, Eddie’s short nails digging into her skin while the fingers still in her hair tighten, and Buck would be lying if she said the sharp pleasurepain of it didn’t have heat licking up her spine and sending her further into Eddie’s space.
“Buck.”
Eddie’s command is clear, even if her voice is still breathless. You wanted to touch me, so touch me, it demands, and Buck will never say no to that.
She shifts, dragging her fingers hard up Eddie’s core, leaning forward to swallow the sound she gets in return before pulling the fabric of Eddie’s panties away from her skin and finally getting her hand on Eddie.
“Eddie, fuck. You’re so wet, baby,” Buck sighs happily, running her fingertips through the wetness and circling Eddie’s clit before retracing her path back down to her opening, drawing a strangled cry from the lips on hers when she easily plunges her middle and ring fingers into her wife.
She draws out and presses back in, thumbing over Eddie’s clit and grinning at the stuttered gasp she receives in return, hips jerking forward to try and take her fingers deeper.
Buck’s never done this to somebody else before, but she’s gotten herself off plenty of times in her life, and the angle is a little bit different, but it all still works the same.
Besides, she is inordinately determined to make this as good as it can possibly be.
She pulls away a little, just enough to see Eddie’s face, and if Buck thought she was beautiful before, she looks like an angel now.
Her lips are slick and red from Buck’s kisses, her mouth is open slightly and her eyes are hazy and half-lidded from pleasure. She’s surrounded by a dark mane of hair that’s mussed from Buck running her fingers through it, and she looks like some kind of Goddess of the Night, with her dark features and warm skin, and the only thing keeping Buck from falling to her knees is the fact that it would take away from pleasuring her wife, and she can’t have that.
Instead, she redoubles her efforts to make Eddie feel good, like it’s an offering all on its own, crooking her fingers while she circles Eddie’s clit with her thumb, kissing down her neck with a satisfied grin as Eddie cries out. “ Buck! Oh- shit, Buck, baby.”
Both hands tangle her in her hair, tugging it tightly as her face is drawn up to Eddie’s, lips capturing hers in a rough, impatient kiss, teeth catching on her bottom lip in a perfect sting.
She alternates her method between rubbing at Eddie’s g-spot and fucking her in a steady rhythm with her two fingers, swiping at her clit each time she thrusts into her again, obsessed with the way Eddie’s hips move in time with her ministrations, proof that she’s enjoying this as much as Buck is.
Not that that’s necessarily a concern Buck has, given the heavy breaths, the high-pitched whimpers of her name and the expletives in both English and Spanish, but she’ll take all the positive reinforcement she can get.
Even more so when Eddie starts stringing sentences together again, ones that leave Buck feeling like any blood she has left in her body rushes south, leaving her even more light-headed than she was earlier from the liquor in her veins. “Yes, fuck, yes Buck, oh my god. Just like that baby, fuck my pussy just like that. Your fingers feel so good, Buck, oh my God.”
Buck is the one left whining after that, something about hearing Eddie’s voice that lights up a part of her brain previously undiscovered, even more so when Eddie starts fluttering around her fingers, on the edge of orgasm, and suddenly, Buck’s never needed anything more than she needs to feel Eddie come on her fingers now.
“God, Eddie, holy shit, you’re so wet, you feel so good. Are you gonna come on my fingers? Please Eddie, please, I need you to come. Come for you, I love you, I love you, please, please, please.”
She’s not sure why she’s the one begging like she’s getting fingered in the kitchen, all she does know is that she needs Eddie to come more than she needs her next breath, so she concentrates, cursing the awkward angle but putting all her effort into rubbing Eddie’s g-spot on the inside all while relentlessly circling with clit faster and harder, rocking with the waves of Eddie’s hips as she gets closer and closer to that peak, whimpering in time with wife until her body squeezes down on Buck’s finger and teeth are buried in Buck’s shoulder, muffling her broken scream.
Buck works her through it, refusing to withdraw her hand until Eddie slumps against her chest with a satisfied sigh, boneless and heavy and perfect.
Then, she only moves to wrap both of her arms around her wife and cradle her gently, echoing the happy hum she hears and buries her face in Eddie’s hair, breathing in the scent of her shampoo and conditioner that’s so familiar and yet, feels so new in this context.
Eddie’s arms wrap tightly around her waist, and Buck’s not sure how long she stands there, floating on booze and endorphins before Eddie pulls her into another kiss, though this one is much sweeter and tamer than the others have been thus far.
“Love you,” Buck whispers, unable to stop saying it now that she’s finally put a name to the iridescent feeling in her chest.
She can feel Eddie smile against her mouth, her own growing until their teeth are clattering and it’s still perfect.
When her wife presses against her shoulder though, pushes her away, she can’t stop the noise of confusion that slips from her throat, but Eddie’s Cheshire cat grin and the sparkle of mischief in her eyes stops her from being too concerned. “What?”
Once she has enough space, Eddie hops down from the counter and grabs her hand, pulling her into another kiss even as she starts to back out of the kitchen and down the hall. “C’mon, I think it’s about time I take my wife to bed.”
Her voice is a low, sultry tone that Buck’s never heard before but that sends shivers down her spine anyway, even as her brain struggles to keep up with the change of venue. “But- the pizza rolls?”
Eddie’s very against food in bed, won’t even let Buck eat a quick snack in there because of the crumbs, and they were so hungry a few minutes ago, so they should definitely eat something, right?
Eddie chuckles low in her throat, trailing her hands beneath Buck’s shirt and up the bare skin of her stomach as she leads her further and further down the hall, breaking the kiss enough to hold Buck’s gaze, the deep brown near black and incredibly wild. “I’m not hungry for food anymore. Besides,” she purrs, swiping her finger over Buck’s nipple. “I’m pretty sure my girl tastes much better than some lousy, frozen pizza rolls.”
Buck moans from deep in her throat at the insinuation of what Eddie wants, and she’s so onboard then, crashing forward to kiss her again and stumbling eagerly the rest of the way towards their bedroom.
Who gives a fuck about
pizza roles
when her wife wants to go to bed for some belated, empty house honeymoon night??
Not Buck, that’s for
damn
sure.
They spend all night learning each other’s body inside and out in this new and amazing way, and then wake up the next morning starving, hungover and so deliriously happy that the first two things barely register, and they definitely don’t matter.
Nothing else matters when the first thing Buck sees is Eddie’s warm, whiskey eyes fluttering open to meet hers, and not when the first thing she tastes is her lips.
It may have taken them a while to get here, but Buck’s just happy that she can spend the rest of her life loving Eddie - her
wife
- the way that she’s always deserved.