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[ It's hard to count the way Eddie's life has changed in just the span of a few months. He thinks he can mark the change in trajectory to one specific moment, to Chrissy Cunningham of all people asking him for a drug deal. He's used to people most would never suspect asking for drugs, but her... there had just been something different about it. His deals didn't usually involve obvious flirting, offerings of discounts, reminiscing on previous connections. But he could tell she was going through something, and it was his job to try and help. And then she had asked for something stronger. He had it, tucked away somewhere in his trailer. There was nothing surprising about him having what she was after, but what was surprising was that she was willing to go there to get it.
So he had ferried them both there in his van, had explained to her just what taking special k involved. She had tried it right there in his trailer, under his supervision, and he had made sure she was alright. Everything had been completely, or, more or less, above the board. She had leaned against him, her hands a little more free with their touches, and despite the way each had sent electricity running through him, Eddie had kept his own hands to himself.
And so they had moved on, both of them determined to finish out their final year of high school. Against all odds, they had managed to squeak over the finish line, had earned the piece of paper that declared they were at last done with Hawkins High. Eddie still can't believe it, for as much as he had proclaimed 86 would be his year, the feeling is nothing short of surreal. He's free at last, finally, and that silly piece of paper grants him a surprising amount of opportunities. He has no plans for college, but the sudden opening of avenues leaves him dizzy.
There's no celebration for his own graduation, but he's managed to be invited to Chrissy's. Her parents seem to have spared no expense, and he drifts between the party goers, a plastic solo cup clutched in his hand. Between friends and family, it's been difficult to get her attention, but at last he's managed to get the happy graduate alone. ]
Hey. [ Eddie raises his cup, a little tipsy, a lot relaxed, but somehow he can feel Jason's gaze on him, even now. ] Guess it's finally my chance to say congratulations.
So he had ferried them both there in his van, had explained to her just what taking special k involved. She had tried it right there in his trailer, under his supervision, and he had made sure she was alright. Everything had been completely, or, more or less, above the board. She had leaned against him, her hands a little more free with their touches, and despite the way each had sent electricity running through him, Eddie had kept his own hands to himself.
And so they had moved on, both of them determined to finish out their final year of high school. Against all odds, they had managed to squeak over the finish line, had earned the piece of paper that declared they were at last done with Hawkins High. Eddie still can't believe it, for as much as he had proclaimed 86 would be his year, the feeling is nothing short of surreal. He's free at last, finally, and that silly piece of paper grants him a surprising amount of opportunities. He has no plans for college, but the sudden opening of avenues leaves him dizzy.
There's no celebration for his own graduation, but he's managed to be invited to Chrissy's. Her parents seem to have spared no expense, and he drifts between the party goers, a plastic solo cup clutched in his hand. Between friends and family, it's been difficult to get her attention, but at last he's managed to get the happy graduate alone. ]
Hey. [ Eddie raises his cup, a little tipsy, a lot relaxed, but somehow he can feel Jason's gaze on him, even now. ] Guess it's finally my chance to say congratulations.
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She wants to tell him that she had picked out this outfit just for him. That it took her hours to get ready because she wanted to look just right so he'd notice her. Even more than that, she wants to flirt and tell him that as good as she looks with these things on, they'd look even better off of her.
Chrissy doesn't, though. She hasn't gotten brave enough to be that forward. Instead she smiles and answers his question, not thinking she needs to lie and hide the truth from him like she has her parents.]
I left school last fall. [She gets that out of the way first, shrugging her shoulders.] I started modeling and it took up too much time. It's been going really well, actually. I just finished my first magazine shoot today!
[But she doesn't want to talk about herself. Especially not when it comes to the fact that she left her mother's constant need for perfection and leapt into a career path that demands she continue to starve herself and be even more perfect.]
How long are you in town? I need to take you out and show you around.
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No shit, really? [ He makes a mental note to figure out whatever magazine that is and buy as many copies as he can get his hands on. ] That's incredible.
[ He can't help but feel elated, still riding the post show high, knowing that life is treating her kindly. Eddie reaches for her, brushes a thumb over her cheek. She is as beautiful as he remembers, perhaps even more so. In another world, another life, he would kiss her right there. But he doesn't, and there is a sharp knock on the door. ]
Eds? You in there baby? [ A female voice calls out, and within a moment a woman is stepping inside. She is tall and lean, with dark hair in a cropped bob and bright eyes. She grins, despite finding them so close together, bounding over to throw her arms around him. ] You were in-fucking-credible tonight.
[ Sam laughs and kisses his cheek, before Eddie turns his head to kiss her properly. The bond between him and Chrissy is severed in one swift motion. Eddie curls an arm around her waist, the two of them turning back to face Chrissy. ]
Sam, this is Chrissy. She's an old friend. [ Friend. Just a friend. ] Chrissy, this is Sam, my girlfriend.
[ To her credit, Sam is bright and bubbly, reaching to hug Chrissy as if they were old friends. ]
Oh my god, it is so nice to meet you! Any friend of Eddie's is a friend of mine.
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Eddie's just described her as a friend. An old friend. That's all she is. And all she'll ever be, now. Chrissy tries to smile through the pain that she's feeling, no matter how hard it may be to put on the act. She had done it her entire high school career. And she can do it now. It doesn't matter that she wants to cry, or that she's in the middle of her first real heartbreak.
She can do this. For Eddie. ]
Yeah, it's great to meet you too.
[She can't bring herself to say Sam's name, his girlfriend's name, and instead starts to numbly back her way toward the door. Chrissy can't handle this, and needs to make her escape as gracefully as possible.]
You guys probably want to do your thing. I'll...see you around Eddie, okay?
[She hates how it feels like it's saying goodbye. Her smile is fake, and she doesn't even care that it's noticeable. He's wrapped up in his girlfriend, and she needs to go do something drastic to forget she ever came here to try and actually confess her feelings for him.]
It was really great to see you again.
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Wait, Chrissy.
[ He reaches for her, grabs her by the wrist in a cruel inversion of her graduation party. Eddie fumbles for a pen on his vanity table, scrawling out numbers against her forearm. This isn't fair, some part of him thinks, to put her in this situation. It wasn't supposed to be like this, in the times he's imagined them reuniting. He wouldn't blame her for scrubbing the numbers away and never speaking to him again. ]
That's my new number. Give me a call sometime, okay?
[ And then Sam is hanging off him again, and the two seem to retreat into their own world, with Chrissy left as the outsider. They barely notice when she slips away. ]
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It serves her right, she thinks, as she slams back drinks. She deserves it.
Eventually the guys around the bar take notice that she's drinking to forget something, and they all seem into buying her as many rounds as her small frame can handle. One of them is a little more forward than the others, and he pulls her along with him out of the bar and to a cab when she's barely able to stand up and walk. She thinks they bump into Eddie and his girlfriend on the way out, but she's too far gone at that point to know if it's real.
She wakes up the next morning sore and with a pounding headache, stomach sick. When she realizes she's still tangled up in bed with the guy from the bar, she winds up barely making it to the bathroom to throw up. That's the start of a series of binge drinking for Chrissy, though she always makes sure to go home with a different guy. Anyone that's willing to buy her drinks and help her forget her heartbreak is a welcome distraction.
But none of them make her happy. None of them satisfy her.
And that's why, one night when she's drunk but not so much so that her words are slurred and nothing makes sense, she pulls Eddie's number out of her purse and gives him a call. His answering machine picks up, and Chrissy's trashed enough to not think to hang up. Instead she leaves him a message, telling him that she's totally getting over him. That each guy she meets at a bar isn't him, but maybe that's a good thing because she can't have him.
She passes out after that, alone and miserable in bed. She lets that be the final page in her Eddie Munson story, and forces herself to move on. Time crawls by, and she becomes disillusioned with the city. She stops modeling because perfection feels unobtainable. One day when her mother criticizes her for even trying to model, she agrees to go home. It's pointless to keep trying.
She returns to Hawkins to find Jason Carver waiting for her in the living room. He's there and he's convenient, so she dates him because she can't stand how miserable she's been feeling ever since Eddie unintentionally broke her heart. She works with kids at a gym, and dates Jason, and the mundane day to day of her boring life in Hawkins starts to break her heart in a new way. This isn't what she was meant to do. This isn't who she was supposed to be.
Chrissy cries herself to sleep some nights, wishing that things could have been different.]
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For a time, Corroded Coffin gets big, really big, playing to stadiums of thousands, giving interviews on tv. That's when he meets Natalie, who is curvy and exuding sex, with big pouty lips that for a time have him at her beck and call. Their relationship is tumultuous, she seems to find reason to pick at him at every turn, criticizing his every movement. Despite this, he devotes himself to her, and he tries not to think to hard about how often she asks for him to pay for things, or the way she pushes herself front and center when the paparazzi shows up.
He keeps Chrissy's last voicemail hidden from her, plays it back on any night that he has alone just to hear her voice. He can hear the heartbreak in her voice, and it breaks his heart in turn. Even when Natalie comes to him with desperate touches and hungry lips, Eddie can't forget it. He's fucked everything up so badly, he can feel it in his core. There's nothing Natalie can do that will make him forget that.
When Wayne gets sick, Corroded Coffin goes on an indefinite hiatus. Natalie whines and pouts as he plans his trip back to Hawkins, bemoans the fact that she will have to be in some hick town where nobody knows their names. Where they are simply normal people.
Eddie spares no expense on their accommodations, putting them up into the nicest hotel Hawkins has to offer. It still isn't enough for Natalie, who finds new things to complain about in between his visits to the hospital. He's trying to figure out how best to take care of his uncle while his girlfriend bemoans the thread count of their sheets.
One night, after leaving the hospital, he veers off his path "home" to stop and get a drink at the bar. He's already three drinks in when the door swings open and he can't believe what he's seeing. How can Chrissy be here? It feels wrong somehow, that this town has managed to sink its claws back into her. Eddie almost doesn't say anything, briefly considers making for the fire exit so that he can avoid making her life somehow worse. ]
Hey. [ He holds up his empty glass in her direction, sure that he looks as pathetic as he feels. ] Fancy meeting you here.
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The bartender sees her in here enough that he knows which beer she likes, and he slides a bottle across the bartop to her. It's only after she takes a long drink that she finally looks over at him. And like always, the sight of him up close takes her breath away. They're both older now, but he's matured into his rockstar persona well. He's so attractive that she feels a pang of want all over again, and knows that she's smiling at him like she wishes he was hers.
for once, she lets him see that smile.
Because he's a big star, and she's a fan of his that's left behind in small town America. She's recorded his appearances on TV on VHS, she's bought every tape his band has put out. And she's saved every newspaper article and magazine appearance Corroded Coffin has made. She's so proud of him, he's really made it. And here he is, talking to her like they're teenagers again. Her heart soars at how nostalgic this feels.]
I come here a couple times a week after work.
[There isn't a need to announce that the city hadn't worked out. That modeling had failed. She had failed. That much is obvious in the fact that she's back in Hawkins, older and miserable. Of course, with the way his presence has her smiling, she isn't sure she looks tired and miserable at all.]
Are you here to see Wayne?
[She wonders if his uncle let him know that she would pop by his trailer to bring him lunch and dinner, and just sit and talk with him. Maybe Eddie already knows she's brought Wayne flowers to his hospital room, and arranged for other people in town to send him some too.]
He told me how much he missed you. It's good you could come back home.
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[ Eddie wishes he was back in Hawkins under better circumstances, wishes that there wasn't an angry girlfriend waiting for him back in a hotel room. He still can't believe that he's managed to find himself face to face with Chrissy. The both of them are broken hearted, in very different ways, and it can only be fate that has brought them together now. She's beautiful, as beautiful as she was in his dressing room, at her graduation party. He's so sorry, he's absolutely devastated. ]
Can I buy you a drink?
[ He's seen that she already has a beer being slid across the counter to her, but the bartender is quick to pour both of them a glass of whiskey, neat. The world feels hazy around him, like this might be another dream. She's so, impossibly beautiful, it makes a sick feeling stir up in his stomach. ]
Cheers. [ He lifts a glass in her direction, tipping it with reverence. ] To us, and to Hawkins.
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[May this one go a little better than the last one, she thinks. Her eyes glance down to his hands that are holding at his drink, and she takes a quick survey to see if there's a ring on his left hand. There are, but none of them are wedding bands on his ring finger. If he's still with Samantha, they're not married.
That's enough to make her smile more genuine, as she takes another drink from her glass.
There's a lot she wants to ask him. Mostly about how Sam is. How the band's doing. If he's going to stick around for long. She should tell him about Jason. Should elaborate on how much she hates being back here. But she doesn't. It feels immature to focus on things that don't matter in the long run. What matters to her now is being there for him, to let him know that he can rely on her when it counts.]
Are you staying in his trailer? I went over to try and fix things up for him a month or two ago, but I wasn't able to do many repairs by myself. Maybe while you're here, we can fix everything up together.
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[ Wayne hadn't mentioned that to him, though Eddie can't blame him for that. Since he's come back to town Eddie has made sure his uncle has the finest accommodations, even though all of those have been in a hospital room. No matter what happens from here onward, Wayne will never have to spend his nights- or rather, days-- in a trailer ever again.
Since arriving in Hawkins, Eddie's focus has been singularly focused on his uncle, with Natalie's complaints forming an unpleasant background noise. Here with Chrissy now, it feels like the first time his mind has been his own in months. She just manages to have that effect on him, even now. ]
I'm staying at a hotel, actually. [ A hotel room that he suddenly wishes was empty. He can't help but think about the fact that he could rent second room, if he wanted. And he really does. ] But, come on. Enough about me. What are you doing back here. I thought you were on your way to becoming a super model.
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That didn't work out in the end. [It's hard to shrug and feign indifference when you feel like a huge loser that has nothing going for her.] So my mom convinced me to come back.
[Her mother yelled at her and said horrible things to her until she agreed to come back. But she doesn't say that. Eddie doesn't want to hear about her issues with her mom.]
She had Jason waiting for me in their house the day I flew back.
[The sigh and eye roll she gives off, paired with the fact she chooses to come here a few nights a week after work, probably tell him plenty about her relationship with her high school boyfriend. She doesn't want to talk about Jason though. If she had it her way, they'd already be broken up.
She wants to ask Eddie what hotel he's staying at. Wants to find a way to casually just be there one day to surprise him. For the first time since the day she went to his band's concert in the city, she feels a spark of something.
When she glances over at him, she realizes that it's hope. Eddie Munson still makes her heart race. Still makes her blush when she wonders what his lips taste like. But he also fills her with so much hope that she never wants to let him out of her sight again.]
I never wanted to come back here. But I don't see any way to escape Hawkins for a second time.
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Of course she did.
[ The disdain in his voice is blatant, but the fact that she doesn't say anything further about Jason gives him hope. His own feelings aside, Chrissy is far too good for Jason, deserves so much better than that. A small part of him is brazen enough to think that he is the kind of guy Chrissy deserves, though that can't possibly be true. He's the one in a relationship, as tepid as it is. Eddie's fingers drum anxiously against the bar top. ]
Come on, don't say that. [ He drains the last remnants of his glass and reaches for the second. He has a feeling they'll be drinking a lot of whiskey tonight. ] There's nothing you can't do, I've always known that.
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Tonight, she's Chrissy Fucking Cunningham and he's hot and interested in her, and she hasn't fucked up any chance of ever getting with him by not asking him out that summer right after graduation. Years have passed since then, but it's still her biggest regret. And even though Jason's back home waiting for her, she finds herself wondering what it feels like to slip into Eddie's bed. God, she wants it so badly that the more she drinks, the more of a possibility it seems that she actually might suggest they go back to his hotel.
The only thing that's stopping her is she works at the nicest hotel in town on the weekends, cleaning rooms for extra cash. And she's almost positive that's exactly where Eddie's staying. Why wouldn't he be staying there? But after a fourth round, the conversation shifts to something that's definitely flirty.
He's complimenting her way too much for it to be friendly, and just has reached over to push hair out of her face. That's when she gets caught staring up at him for a little too long, biting at her lip as her eyes focus on his mouth. she wants to kiss him so badly it hurts.
Her hand raises, signaling another round from the bartender. He gives her a look and shouts something about maybe slowing down. Chrissy ignores that advice in favor of leaning in to whisper to Eddie.]
You know what? The last time I saw you backstage, I was going to tell you how much I loved you. This is going a lot better than how that went.
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[ He feels himself shatter when he hears that. Even with the booze now warming his blood and flooding through him, he can't help but break. He loved Sam, he really did, but he wishes in this moment that he had never met her. Natalie is now the furthest thing from his mind, which might explain why his non-drinking hand has found its way to Chrissy's thigh, rubbing slow lines against her skin. He wants her, so badly, and he doesn't care about anything else in the world. ]
I-- I'm sorry. [ Because he feels like he has so much to apologize for, for the very fact that he had dared to fall in love with someone else when Chrissy loved him. He hopes that she still does love him, and he thinks that must be at least somewhat true, because she hasn't batted his hand away. ] You should have told me.
[ He can say that now, with the both of them so removed from that moment. If she had actually told him then, he isn't sure what would have happened. But now there's only heat, lust, running through him. It almost makes him want to cry. ]
Hey, um... [ They've finished their latest round of drinks, and Eddie slides a credit card across the bar. One hand reaches to scrawl out a very generous tip, followed by his signature, as his gaze remains solely focused on Chrissy. ] Can I walk you to your car?
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[The honest answer falls out of her without hesitation, and she genuinely sounds beat up about that fact.]
I still don't have a car.
[Her eyes haven't left his though, and she finds herself wishing his hand was back on her thigh. So she reaches over and casually guides his touch right back to where it has been for a while. Like his hand belongs there.
Jason isn't even a thought in her mind right now. She's forgotten he exists. She only has eyes for Eddie, and she's wrapped up in how attractive and wanted he's making her feel. Not a single part of her wants this moment to end. If he can't walk her to her car, then he might slip away, right back out of her life again. ]
But you can walk me back to yours.
[It's definitely an invitation, her hand lightly rubbing at his inner thigh. She's warm with too much to drink, as well as the proximity of him, and suddenly this bar is the absolute worst place for them to be.]
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[ Despite the number of drinks he's downed, his throat feels impossibly dry. She's guiding his hand back to her thigh, and when his hand meets her skin again he feels electricity shoot through him. Chrissy is so impossibly perfect, a vision that has seen fit to walk on earth. He wants her so, so badly, in a way that leaves a hard lump in his throat that he can't seem to swallow down.
Eddie takes her by the hand as he leads them out into the parking lot. His van has long since been retired. Now he drives a sharp little mustang, cherry red and shining even in the street lights. He truly can't help himself, he spins Chrissy to push her up against his car, and he kisses her. It's deep and hungry, years of longing bubbling up in one moment. ]
You wanna come see the trailer? [ When he pulls back he's panting softly, already hungry to taste more of her. ] You know, for old time's sake.
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All she cares about is the fact that her heart is racing, and she feels alive for the first time in years. She kisses him like she's desperate to have him close to her, like she's afraid he might slip away if she pulls back.]
It's been a while. [It's easier somehow if they put forward the pretense that they're actually going to see the trailer. But she's drunk enough that she doesn't really need to pretend. She's all about not thinking and just letting her body guide her tonight.]
We should go see what your bedroom looks like.
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Yeah, definitely.
[ He can barely remember what they've been speaking about, only knows that he need to get Chrissy to somewhere that's a little more private. He escorts her to the passenger side of his mustang, makes sure she's comfortably tucked into the driver seat. He probably shouldn't be driving, but it's a short trip and he gets them there in once piece. That short drive involves the both of them blindly reaching out, touching every inch they can get.
Once they've parked, when Eddie has killed the engine, he leans over to kiss her, hot and sloppy. It's like they're teenagers again, hot and horny and so impossibly desperate for each other. Eddie breaks away only so he can step out of the car, hurrying over to her side to escort her back out. They are inseparable as they fumble their way inside the trailer, collapsing together on the couch. ]
Chrissy, I-- [ He tries to summon up the words that will make sense of the situation, but they don't come. Instead he kisses her again, relishing in the feeling. ] God, you're so beautiful.
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It's Eddie that gets out words first. Of course it is. And she's stunned to stillness as he calls her beautiful. It's everything she's wanted to hear for so long now, but her head is swimming from the alcohol. Combine that with the way he's made her feel love drunk just from kissing and touching alone?
She's a mess. Instead of saying anything at first, she kisses him again, and then a few times more. Just because she can, and she doesn't know if she'll ever get to again.]
I've been waiting since I was seventeen to hear you say that.
[She laughs at herself, because now that he is, she's still in a position where they can't be together easily. That concern is drowned out easily by the taste of him, her lips seeking his out once more. It's hard to get enough of him. She isn't sure she'll ever be able to.]
I can't believe we're doing this. Finally.
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Sorry for keeping you waiting. [ It's difficult to pull himself away enough to speak, so the words come out muttered against her neck as he presses his lips there over and over. ] I'll make it up to you.
[ Part of him thinks he should try and slow down. He doesn't know if this will ever happen again after tonight. Given his current circumstances, it shouldn't happen again, shouldn't be happening in the first place. But a feeling of certainty overcomes him that this will happen again. Thank God.
His hands fumble against her body, and he's quick to rid her of her top, followed swiftly by her bra. It's something he's become quite good at over the years. Not leave her alone in being suddenly exposed, he pulls his own shirt up over his head and tosses it to the side. Then Eddie hesitates for a moment, but not because he's having second thoughts. He is simply entranced by the site of her, half naked and flushed, absolutely stunning.
One arm reaches to wrap around her, pulling her close as he kisses her again. The free hand moves across her breasts, cupping on in his hand as he squeezes gently, his thumb flicking little lines against her nipple. It all feels like a dream, and if it is-- he's happy to never wake up. ]
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He's able to make her gasp and lowly groan, a sound she hasn't heard herself make in years. Cheeks flush as her back arches enough that she's sure it looks like she's desperate already. And maybe she is, because her hands slip down his exposed chest and along his stomach, before they impatiently reach his pants.
Drunk enough that it's a challenge, she fumbles with his belt before managing to get her hands on the button and zipper on his pants. She wants him so badly that she'll tear off his pants if she has to. But he definitely seems eager and just as needy as she is. The fact that alcohol is involved only makes them rush more than their horny state already demands. It's messy, but it's hot.
And she loves every second of it.
He's coaxed her nipple to a hard peak, and she curses low beneath her breath as she captures his lips in another kiss. It's open mouthed and sloppy, broken all too soon, although Chrissy doesn't let her head fall back against the couch right away. Instead their warm breaths mingle, the sound of their panting filling the room. Beneath them, the couch groans in protest at having to hold them up.
Chrissy laughs at the sound, her nose nudging against his cheek before she dips her head to work along his throat.]
I should be the one making it up to you. I should've ended things with Jason before graduation.
[There's a lot of things they could have done. A lot they should have done, too. But things hadn't worked out that way. And she isn't sure she'd change that. Not if it's led to this moment.]
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[ There life seems filled with should haves, would haves, could haves. He tries not to think about how their life might be different now, how they might already have a life together. None of that matters, because he has her now, and he is hardly in a state to consider any other possibilities besides this one.
Eddie pulls her half way onto his lap, the hand that has been paying attention to her breasts drifting downward, slipping beneath her skirt. Their mouths move together in messy, frantic motions, as he rubs her through her panties. Fuck, she's already wet, and between that sensation and the way she's touching him, it's a miracle that he doesn't cum in his pants right there. He tries to draw it out for her, to press and grand his hand against her clit, but he's in no state to wait much longer.
He fumbles at his best, gets things undone and shoves his jeans and boxers to his knees as quickly as he can manage. It seems his cock has fought the war against whiskey dick and won, so he pulls her to fully straddle him, the two of them face to face. For just a moment he looks at her, so wound up and absolutely lovely. Then he pushes aside her panties so he can pull her down onto him, and the feeling of her makes him cry out. ]
Oh, fuck, fuck, Chrissy--
[ He's not going to last long, he can feel it. It's just another thing he'll have to make up to her. ]
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Somehow they manage to move together fluidly, Chrissy situated in his lap as she folds her legs the best she can to straddle him. Her panties are shoved aside, not removed. He pulls her down over him, and she shakily cries out as his cock first bottoms out within her. It's so good that she wants to draw this moment out for as long as possible. Her inner walls almost tighten around him in an attempt to keep him right where he is, but even her patience wears thin quickly and she doesn't wait for him to start guiding her before she takes to riding him.]
Shit. [Her teeth bite at her lip as she doesn't work up to something, instead starting fast and hard. She rises up and quickly sinks back down over him, her breasts bouncing with the motion. She's only able to kiss him briefly like this, wet and messy each time.]
Fuck, Eddie. You're amazing. So good, baby.
[She doesn't mean to slip in the endearment. It just happens, without her even realizing she's done it.]
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You feel so good baby girl, jesus fuck.
[ And he keeps here there, one hand wriggling between them to grind against her clit. It's not his best work, everything suddenly feels like it's moving in double time, but he's relentless against her until he can bring her over the edge as well. ]
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Her hands slip into his hair, guiding him to tip his head so their foreheads can press together. Their heavy breaths mingle as they come down from their high together, and Chrissy's lips seek his out for a kiss that's far more tender and heartfelt than she has any right to enjoy.
She knows Jason is waiting for her at home. She knows this is technically wrong. But she refuses to regret any second of this, because she wants Eddie so badly. She has for so long now that she can only allow herself to enjoy this time with him. God help her, she wants it to happen again. And she thinks that it will, maybe when they're both sober and in better control of themselves]
Baby girl, huh? [She softly teases, kissing him again.] I like that.
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