WE Are (Veddie)

Sweep

Eddie watches as Venom’s makeshift arms sprout out from just under his noodle-head. And she really can’t help smiling at his adorable little hands – with his three little fingers on each of his little inky black hands. She watches him open the laptop, waits patiently as he swipes his little digits across the mouse pad. And she’s really not all that surprised when the alien seeks out Barry Manilow on YouTube. She lets out a tiny snort of amusement as she walks over to him. “Can’t smile without me, huh?” She grins when he turns his head to narrow his eyes at her. “Cute.”

“Mock me all you want. It is a classic, and you know it.”

“I wasn’t mockin’ you...” Eddie playfully nudges her shoulder into the side of his serpent like body. Though, she then can’t help mocking him (just a little) anyway as she mumbles out, “V.V...”

Venom lets out a slightly exasperated huff before he recedes completely back into her without another word.

“Oh, c’mon! Really?” Eddie half complains, half whines. She rolls her eyes when she receives no answer, lets out a little annoyed huff (is annoyed with herself.) “Fine.” She huffs again, leans over the end of her bed to turn up the volume on the laptop. “Guess I’ll just have to dance with myself... like a loser...”

‘You are a loser, Eddie.’ Comes Venom’s drawl reply.

“Gee, thanks, V. You really know how to sweep a girl off her feet.” Eddie is glaring down at her stupid fluffy pink grandma slippers. She hopes he damn well feels the resentment she’s sending his way – because why does he always have to –

Eddie’s thoughts are all put on pause as she feels him flood forth all at once. Being caught slightly off guard, her eyes widen, her head having to tip back as his hulking mass continues to grow until he is fully stood in front of her. He blinks down at her as she blinks back up at him, and she will never get over how... huge... he is.

“You never let me finish my sentences.”

Eddie blinks again, blinks herself back into composure (somehow.) Her brain catches up to her mouth, and finally after a few more moments of just staring (in a rather mesmerised manner) up at him, she finally registers his words. She takes a single step back from him (maybe just to get a better look at him), narrows her eyes slightly before finally answering him. “Pot. Kettle.” She manages to scoff out.

Venom narrows his eyes back down at her, and any other time, he would simply love to come up with a witty response. This time, however, he can see her gaze raking over him, and feels an overwhelming smugness and deep thrill run right through him. Their bond helps to calm his insecurities, but right now, he doesn’t even need it – because when he takes a single step towards her (following her step back) and towers over her, he watches her hug her robe tightly around her waist. And he doesn’t need to feel the tingling between her legs, because he can see the way they very nearly wobble (as she no doubt presses those lovely creamy thighs together.)

Venom bites back that smug grin begging to form over his maw as he very seriously tells her (again), “You are a loser, Eddie.” He sees her little frown, holds back his own frown when he feels her doubting herself again (like she so often does, much to his dismay... he knows he doesn’t help sometimes, knows now he must do better.) Instead, he carefully reaches down, his giant black clawed hand curling into a loose fist as he gently brushes the back of his knuckles against her left cheek. “But you are my loser.”

“That’s... better... I suppose.” Eddie rolls her eyes, fights back the urge to lean into his touch (mainly because she’s still trying to be pissed at him.) She almost feels bad about it when she sees him scowling in a rather pained way.

“Why would I want to sweep you off your feet?” Venom asks, tries for a different approach (is trying to make amends.) Although, he genuinely is confused as he asks. His scowl deepens when she only purses her lips to keep from laughing (at him, most likely.) He pulls his hand away with a grumble, feels slightly embarrassed, but still sounds just as confused (though, also a little unsure) as he asks, “This is... another human phrase?”

Eddie smiles fondly as she nods. “You tellin’ me you stay up late all those nights, watchin’ all those romantic movies, and you still don’t know that one?” She keeps the teasing in her tone light, smile slowly growing as she stares up at his literal 9 foot frame (and by no means is Eddie short at 5’11... but still... Jesus... HELP her...)

Venom does a quick sweep of both their minds, in a fraction of a second, he fully understands her meaning. And now, he feels like an even bigger d**k. “I can do that!” He can’t contain how excited he sounds. Though, he tries his very hardest to physically keep from showing that excitement – he doesn’t want to put another hole in their ceiling (the i***t neighbours are nosey enough as it is!) “I can dance, too, Eddie! I learned just for you!”

Eddie chuckles as she watches his huge inky hands clasp together, his large milky eyes wide with glee as he stares down at her. He’s clearly waiting for her approval, and Eddie really doesn’t know how much more of this cuteness her heart can handle. “You did?” She asks, voice no longer teasing.

“Mmhm!”

“Just for lil’ ol’ me?” Eddie is only half pretending to preen – because bless his little symbiote soul.

“Yes, Eddie, just for you. I know how much you enjoyed those ballet classes with Annie... when you were both just little tea cup sized baby humans.” Venom adds that last part with a quiet chuckle.

“Now who’s mockin’?” Eddie mutters out.

Venom chuckles again when he sees the annoyed little frown on her lovely face. “Not mocking you, Eddie.” He knows he sounds sincere when that frown marring that lovely face of hers slowly dissolves. Though, he simply can’t help adding, “You were very cute and squidgy.”

Eddie rolls her eyes, though, can’t help smiling. Her smile widens when he lifts his huge hand and holds it out to her. She feels both amused and thrilled at the sudden symbiote gentleman standing before her. She lifts her tiny hand and places it in his, chuckles as she watches his hulking mass shrink down just enough so that he’s only looming a foot and a half over her now. She watches his overly large hand shrink around hers, still much bigger, but now less... inconveniently so. He must have caught her rambling thoughts again, because he grins down at her before he speaks again.

“Much better.” Venom gazes down at her, unable to help getting caught up in those pretty ocean orbs (with those little green flecks.) He’s careful, slightly cautious as he places his other hand over her waist. He hears her tiny hitch of breath when he gently pulls her closer to him, has to ignore the way her chest is almost touching his abdomen as he tries to concentrate. He knows he could never hurt her, even if he miraculously wanted to, and he knows she knows that, too. But he can’t help holding a breath that he doesn’t even need while tethered to his “gracious host” as he tries so desperately NOT to f**k this moment up. He doesn’t know why he doesn’t just cheat through a quick search of their bond, but Venom almost asks if this is all just too much. But then...

Eddie is sliding her other arm around his waist and pressing herself into him. She doesn’t know why the f**k her heart is aching painfully, doesn’t know why her eyes are suddenly shining, and definitely doesn’t know why she has to ruin this f*****g moment! She simply hugs him tightly to her, face buried just under his chest and other hand still clasped tightly in his (overwhelming her in the most wonderful way.) She really is either stupid or selfish – she thinks – to only have just realised what he means to her... what no one else ever has... not even Anne.

Venom is initially dumbstruck, is frozen in place as he lets her hold him close... as he holds her close... just like he’s wanted to so f*****g badly. This time, he does cheat, does sift through their bond. He enjoys the little quivering ripples of warmth it physically echoes through to the slither of a tendril tethering them together at both the back of their necks... and does so deeply enjoy how she feels it, too, when she shivers so wonderfully against him. He frowns to himself as he quietly mumbles out, “Crying Eddie...” He pushes out a tiny tendril from his midsection.

“Happy tears, V. Don’t worry.” Eddie manages to choke out, chuckles a little to herself over his sweetly unsure voice. She presses a small smile into his inky oily (surprisingly hard – Jesus...) mass when the tiny tendril floats over to her face. She closes her eyes and sinks further into his equally surprising warmth when the tendril delicately collects the stray tears that have rolled down her cheeks. He lifts the tendril up to his face, narrows his eyes in slight fury as he inspects the drops of liquid sadness gathered at the tip.

“Happy tears?” Venom still doesn’t sound so convinced. Mainly because he can feel their heart aching – can feel her heart aching.

“Just like when you sobbed your little symbiote guts out over Rachel gettin’ off that damn plane... which you knew was gonna happen anyway, and you still sobbed your little symbiote guts out anyway.” Eddie pulls her head back, rests her chin against his front as she grins cheekily up at him. “Cutey.” She knows he knows she’s teasing him, but she still gets a little thrill over making him flustered... seems to be happening a lot more frequently lately... the closer they get; the more their bond grows.

“I was NOT sobbing! I had something in my eye, and you KNOW it!” Venom practically sputters out, dips his head down just to glare directly back at her.

“Bullshit. But whatever you say, V.V.” Eddie chuckles, chuckles again when he growls lowly, clearly annoyed. When isn’t he annoyed?

“I’m not annoyed! ...and I wasn’t sobbing!” Venom huffs when she only shoots him an all too deeply amused smirk. He narrows his eyes, a smirk of his own slowly crawling across his dangerous maw. His hand on her waist pulls her front flush against his, and again, he deeply enjoys the sharp little hitch of her breath as he does so. With his other hand still clutching hers, he pulls her gently up. Small tendrils shoot out from his waist to gently wrap themselves around her own tiny waist, slipping through the bathrobe fastened around her. He uses them to lift her just a foot or so off of the carpet, wants her to feel comfortable, instead of his beastly paws dragging her along with him. “Too much?” He finally does ask when her eyes are almost level with his, feels stupid for feeling stupid, but can’t help it as he tries not to get lost in those pretty orbs again (humans have such pretty eyes, but none are like Eddie’s.)

“No.” Eddie shakes her head, small, but soft smile spreading slowly across her entire face. Who would have thought that such a lethal bad-ass would have such a soft side? She knows he heard that, because his eyes narrow, but he says nothing. “I’m just teasin’, V.V.”

“V. Venom. Or nothing.” Venom grumbles, doesn’t care that he sounds petulant. He scowls when she chuckles.

“OK, Or Nothin’.” Eddie grins cheekily, knows he’s not angry when he only huffs at her. “This you sweepin’ me off my feet, Or Nothin’?”

Venom ignores her teasing. Mainly because his heart is swelling so effulgently. They haven’t even started dancing yet, and already, he feels more at peace than he ever has as he simply holds her to him. “Annie’s nickname for me is cute.” He finally tells her, “But I am yours, Eddie. I am your V.” He scowls when she grins rather cheekily at him again, then rolls his eyes when he realises just where that (deliciously) pervert mind of hers trails off to. “Yes, yes, very funny – I am your vagina.” He drawls out with a shake of his head.

Eddie laughs, wiggles her dangling feet as she glances down at them. She grins back up at him, her other hand resting over his hulking shoulder. “C’mon then, Mister Venom Sir –“ She teases, chuckles again when he shoots her a playful glare. ”– show me these dance moves you learned just for lil’ ol’ me.”