More than a muse 🎨

Karaoke kings 🎨

| Time skip - two weeks |

You hadn't made it to karaoke last week so Wren made you promise to turn up this week. You felt bad to blow him out and clearly had some making up to do for your absence. Probably in the form of a really embarrassing duet.

"Ready to go?" Ed purred, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, using his chin to move your head aside so he could kiss and nip at down your neck. You let out a moan in response to the light teasing. He continued, turning you to face him and tracing your exposed collarbones with his lips. You wore a low cut black dress with small red roses dotted all over it. Ed wore a black t-shirt tucked into tight, red tartan trousers with a black belt, he preferred the brown ones but wanted the colours to complement your dress.

"Enough... Eddie please... I'm already soaked." you muttered, secretly wishing he'd continue.
"Yes ma'am." He stopped and you groaned, sending him mixed signals. He laughed at your inability to resist him.
"Wouldn't want to make you miss your night out again, although we did have fun, I'm sure Wren didn't mind."

Ed was right, he didn't mind at all, simply stating, 'I'm not your father (y/n), just promise me we can go next week, other than that go nuts.'

"What did he say out of interest?" He questioned, realising he was too caught up in your night of fun last week to ask.
"He was fine with it, but we owe him one this week." Ed smiled in agreeance.

"What do you think?" Ed did a little spin on the ball of his foot and stopped himself once he'd done a full 360, facing you again.
"Gorgeous." You said honestly, he scrubbed up nicely, you'd never seen him in such smart attire before and as much as you fell for him in his artsy, paint splattered clothes, this was breathtaking. Ed smiled fondly, holding a hand out to yours, twirling you round quickly and suddenly grabbing your waist, holding you still and close to him, his nose brushed your cheek before he kissed you deeply.
"You look... fucking beautiful." he whispered, his warm lips hovvering above your ear. He didn't often curse, but couldn't help it, dropping his nice guy persona for a fleeting moment. He felt overwhelmed with pure infatuation, presenting itself as lust, for the sight of you in a tight dress. His artistic brain was begging him to lay you on the sofa, poised and ready to be painted. But that's the exact thought that made you cancel on Wren last week, originally innocent and professional, you became Ed's muse once more. However the situation had escalated quickly and concluded with you bent over a blank canvas, your bodies lathered in paint, creating a different and more personal style of art. Ed glanced up at the piece you had hastily created together, hung proudly on the wall above your bed, and then back at you, his expression exposing his salacious thoughts.
"We can make another when we're home if you're still up for it... do you want to prep a canvas now just in case?" You asked suggestively.
"I've got one ready in the lounge, it's twice the size." He whispered seductively with a smirk across his face. Your clit twitched and you took that as a sign that you should leave, before history repeated itself.

You arrived at your old apartment and knocked excitedly on the door, unfamiliar with the feeling of knocking on, what once was, your own apartment door. Wren answered almost instantly.
"Alright lovers, let's fucking go!" He slurred, he'd clearly started pre-drinks without you both, and as always, couldn't handle his liquor. Wren grabbed you both of your shoulders simultaneously and squeezed them affectionately, the real reason being to steady himself.
"How on earth are you going to manage karaoke when you can barely stand up? Pre-drinks are for people with much higher tolerance Wren." Ed chucked at your sly dig.
"What are you laughing at, Painter? I've got a few solos lined up for you tonight, it's a rite of passage with it being your first time." Wren slurred, his confidence clearly heightened by the liquid courage.
"Try me." Ed remarked with a smirk, mocking the man's attempt at making him nervous. You weakened at Ed's sultry tone, trying to remember where you'd heard those words before.