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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.

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[ Eddie doesn't bother to try and hide the face he makes when she mentions Jason. Even with all the time away, with the way he's changed, the spark of teenage jealousy roars to life within him. Eddie raises a hand to signal the bartender who's sliding them another of drinks. He feels like they're going to need it. ]

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.

[Chrissy keeps up with him, easily drinking what's put in front of her. She isn't as big on drinking these days as she was back in those months she spent binge drinking after her heartbreak, but she's trying not to think of that now as they sit here together. For just one night, she doesn't have to feel like a loser that's failed at everything and is settling for a mundane life that doesn't feel like it suits her.

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.

You were?

[ 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?

I walked here.

[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.]

Oh. Yeah, okay.

[ 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.

[The kiss isn't really a surprise. She knows it's coming. But the way it feels is definitely unexpected. It's like every inch of her sings to feel more of him, the hunger in his kiss reflected in the way she presses up against him, hands grabbing hold of his shirt. They're doing this right out in the open, and she doesn't care.

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.

[ It's hard to stop himself, his mouth moves from her face to her neck so quickly, and he revels in the taste of her skin. Part of him thinks he would be perfectly happy to take her right here, with his hands and mouth claiming every inch of her as his territory. This is so long in the making, he wishes he had this all those years ago. But better late than never, and Eddie gives himself over to the long brewing hunger. ]

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.

[She barely lets him out of the car. But somehow they fumble their way inside, and they manage to fall onto the couch. Her hands touch him wherever they can reach, never staying anywhere for long. And their kisses are sloppy at this point, but are so heated she's sure he's seared onto her soul by the time one of them speaks.

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.

[ Eddie almost laughs at that, only for the fact that he is feeling very much like a teenager at the moment. Caution is thrown to the wind and things like logic and common sense have receded far from his consciousness. All he cares about is Chrissy, that after all these years he's finally able to hold her, kiss her. He would feel like an idiot for waiting so long, if he weren't all consumed by searing hot desire. ]

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. ]

Edited (ghost post) 2022-08-15 18:48 (UTC)

[Oh, there's no doubt that he's going to make it up to her. Her time being back with Jason means she's used to being fucked with little to no foreplay. He's only interested in getting off and rolling over. Eddie paying actual attention to her body is a shock. One that makes her desire for him run hot as her leg hitches up against him.

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.]

And I should have asked you out at the diner.

[ 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. ]

[Neither of them have the patience to get undressed all the way. And she gets a thrill out of that, loves that he's able to feel how wet and ready she is for him. He teases at her, and she's highly responsive, hips rocking toward his hand as she sharply gasps his name. It feels fucking amazing, and she thinks she might whisper so to him. But it doesn't last long enough, and she's left whimpering as he pulls away to tend to his pants.

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.]

[ Eddie has to squeeze his eyes shut as she rides him, because the sight of her coupled with the way she seems to be actively squeezing his cock would have him finishing within seconds. He blindly fumbles for her, touching any and everything he can manage, meeting her lips with hungry desperation. Then she goes and calls him baby and all his attempts at holding back are thrown out the window. His eyes shoot open, and that does it. He cries out as he grabs onto her hips, slamming her down against him as he comes. ]

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. ]

[She can feel him throbbing inside her, and even after her comes, she continues to ride him. Slowing to something that's more rocks and swivels of her hips, the combined sensation of being filled while his fingers work at her clit make her fall apart in hardly any time at all. His name is on her lips as she does, chest rapidly rising and falling as she pants to try and catch her breath.

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.

Mm... yeah.

[ Words aren't coming to him easily, still drunk and riding the high of having fucked her. Though fucking her doesn't feel like the right word for it. Eddie takes in a long, slow breath, pulls her close to him even as his cock softens inside her. He doesn't want to move, doesn't want to pull them apart, because that will ultimately mean having to return to a reality. A reality where he is in a relationship, and she is too, even if he doesn't know that yet. ]

We should spend the night here.

[ There's a lot of reasons for that, but he suggests it primarily because he can't imagine being anywhere but here with her right now. Slowly, Eddie begins the arduous task of untangling the two of them, pulling her gently off of him. He stands, pulling his jeans back up and not worrying about the mess. He supposes they could shower, but he's drunk enough where he doesn't mind it. Eddie takes her by the hand and tugs her towards what was once his bedroom.

Wayne has kept the room largely in tact since its teenage years, with posters still adorning the wall. But it had been cleaned at some point, and his bed had been replaced with clean sheets and bedding somewhere along the line. It doesn't take much to coax her into his bed, and the two of them collapse there together, trading kisses and whispered adoration before they drift off to sleep.

Morning comes and Eddie blearily blinks awake as sunlight filters in through the shades. There's a mild headache, but other than that, he doesn't find himself terribly hungover. Being a popular musician comes with a lot of partying, and it takes more than a few whiskeys to leave him hurting. Eddie props himself up on an elbow, content to just watch Chrissy sleep for a little while. She is so impossibly beautiful, he hates himself for having taken so long to make this happen. He leans over her, pressing kisses to her forehead and jaw line until she finally stirs awake. ]

Morning. [ He smiles down at her, hoping that she doesn't somehow find herself regretting their previous night's tryst. ] How you feeling?

[She laughs when she first wakes up, basking in that attention. She's a lightweight when it comes to drinking, and she definitely has a headache, but it's able to be ignored in favor of paying attention to him instead. Her hand cups his cheek, thumb rubbing against his skin. And she smiles up at him, bright and warm and full of love.

It's right then that she has a moment of clarity, and she realizes that she definitely loves him.

She doesn't even remember Jason exists right now. Doesn't realize she never called him to tell him she wouldn't be coming back. Chrissy's too happy in Eddie's arms, is too wrapped up in kissing him like it may be the last time she ever sees him.]

My head hurts a little. [She makes light out of her pounding headache, because she doesn't want either of them to move.] But I'd rather pay attention to you than worry about it. Did you sleep okay?

I slept great.

[ He grins at her, his face bright and boyish. The real world hasn't truly sunk in yet, and he's more than happy to give in to the little fantasy they've created. He thinks they will have to have some difficult conversations at some point very soon, but not now. Now he is happy to bask in the filtered sunlight, to admire her gorgeous body. He kisses her, warm and uncaring of their mutual morning breath. She's shed her skirt sometime in the night, but his jeans remain on, and he can already feel his cock twitching to life beneath his boxers. ]

I could get you some water.

[ Though he makes no movement to leave this tiny bed, is only concerned with lavishing her with attention. His hands move across her bare breasts, tracing lazy circles against her skin. He knows that he owes her for how quickly their sex had ended last night, and as all too eager to repay that debt. ]

In a little bit, I mean.

[ Because he is already shimmying down in the bed, moving to settle between her legs. He looks up at her and is all but beaming, finding her so impossibly beautiful. Eddie curls his fingers into her panties, slowly tugging them down to expose her to the heavy air of his teenage bedroom. He doesn't say anything else as he presses slow, languid kisses against her sex, taking his time in savoring the taste of her. His tongue flicks in and out of her, pausing in the moments that he sucks at her clit instead. There's so much lost time to make up for, and he intends on starting that now. ]

Eddie?

[She questions him as he starts to move down the bed, halfway sitting up as she realizes what his intentions are. It's been an insanely long time since a guy went down on her, and she doesn't think a one night stand back from her binge drinking heartbreak phase really counts. He had only done it to repay her for an amazing blowjob, and didn't even get her to come.

But she doesn't doubt that Eddie will. Which somehow makes this feel more intimate than they're ready for.]

Eddie!

[Her laugh is breathless as she falls back to lay against the pillows, legs raising so he can have an easier time sliding her panties off. She's definitely not stopping him, legs spread open to accommodate him. But her face is flushed, her breathing already a little heavier. And when his mouth sets to work against her, she's embarrassed by the needy sounds he pulls out of her. They're low and deep, shuddering their way out of her as she tries to keep her hips from rolling and bucking against his face.

One of her hands grabs hold of the sheets, and she uses it for purchase as she arches up against the way he sucks at her clit. His name is cried out as her other hand grabs hold of his hair, roughly pulling at it and trying to keep him in place where she wants him.]

Oh my god. [She gasps, unable to stop her hips from jerking forward.] Right there, just like that. Eddie, baby, please —

[If he tries to lift his head, she tugs at his hair and tries to force him to stay where he is.]

[ The rest of the world fades away as Eddie settles between her legs. As far as he's concerned, the world begins and ends between Chrissy's legs. He lets out happy little noises as she shifts to give him better access, and his lips and tongue make happy work against her pussy. She is so, impossibly perfect, in a way that he can't put words to. He shifts slightly, so that he can slip two fingers inside her as his mouth continues its assault against her. ]

You like that? Come on, tell me how much you like it.

[ He wants to fuck her, and badly, but he doesn't make any move to pull away from her. Eddie only continues to shower her with attention from his fingers and mouth. Every sound that he pulls out of her is like music to his ears, and he works relentlessly until he's finally managed to push her over the edge. She comes against his mouth and he's happy to drink it up, his face gleaming with remnants of her. ]

Was that good? [ He asks that despite knowing she's had a good time, licking his fingers in front of her in an obscenely sexual display. ] You're so fucking hot, baby girl.

You were so fucking good, Eddie. [Any other elaboration she might've wanted to say die on the tip of her tongue as she watches him lick his fingers. Her eyes stay on his as he does it, and she's slightly ashamed of how aroused she becomes just from the sight of that alone.]

God, I wish we could wake up like this every morning.

[But they can't. He has another life, one of a famous musician to one day get back to. She has her dead end jobs and her boring, pointless life here. She has Jason. That fact breaks her heart as she moves to sit up, so she can lean in and kiss him. She can taste herself on his lips and doesn't care, not shying away as she deepens the kiss and her tongue delves into his mouth.]

Take off your jeans.

[She says between kisses, and it's not a request. It's a command.]

We could, you know.

[ He's already imagining just what that life would be like, where he gets to wake up with Chrissy Cunningham ever morning. Eddie decides right then that he's going to make it happen, that he can no longer bear a world where that isn't their reality. Nothing else matters, not his music career, not his quote unquote girlfriend that probably hasn't noticed he never came home. He wants, no, needs Chrissy, needs to have her in his life, needs to wake up every morning staring into her eyes. ]

It'd be-- [ But his sentence cuts off abruptly, with her ordering him to take off his jeans. She's beautiful and demanding and he finds himself absolutely helpless to resist. So he wriggles out of his jeans and boxers, tosses them aside into their growing pile of clothing. He's already half hard from having gone down on her, and watches her expectantly. ] Is this what you wanted?

[ One hand reaches downward to give a few tugs to his cock, bringing it to full hardness. His erection brushes against her and it sends a shiver through him. ]

[Maybe he's still a little drunk, because Chrissy doesn't think he could possibly mean it the way it sounds. But he says they could have this, and she's so taken with the idea of that, she decides that there's no other choice but for her to leap at the opportunity. If he says they can have it, clearly he's in a place where he's able to be with her.

And she can just imagine what it would be like to be with him.

Of course, he does a good job of distracting her from that with his undressing and his hand working at his cock, and any thought of declarations that she'll stay with him are temporarily forgotten. Instead she focuses on him.]

This is exactly what I wanted.

[She reclines back against the bed, and he moves along with her. His cock is already hard against her, and she shivers in anticipation as she slips her hand down between them so she can tease at his length by curling her fingers around him and stroking. It isn't what either of them want, but it's enough for a few seconds, as she hitches up her leg high against him.

It's just as she's about to guide him to press inside of her that she gets an idea, and her touch slips from around him as she gives him a nudge back. Not a big one, just enough that she can shift, her legs slipping over his shoulders. She may not be a cheerleader anymore, but she's still perfectly flexible.

The position arches her body and angles her hips, opening her up for him to fully see, and she gives urgent whispers of his name so he'll give them what they both need. She needs him inside of her now. It's past the point of just want. It's desperation, even though he just got her off by going down on her.]

It's what you want too, isn't it?

Y-yeah.

[ The word is stuttered out, and he thinks he might be actually salivating at the sight of her, with her legs now hooked over his shoulders. At this point in his life, Eddie has had plenty of experience, but something about Chrissy makes him feel like a flustered virgin. The feeling passes quickly, outweighed by the burning need to fuck her the way she deserves. His hands clutch at her hips as he positions himself, pushing inside her.

It's incredible, feels so much better than last night-- which was still amazing in its own right. Her name falls from his lips like water, some whispered, others cried out. He finds a rhythm easily, everything seems to come easy now that they've broken down that last barrier. Eddie watches her through half lidded eyes, addicted to the sight of her. Each little expression she makes, the little gasps and moans that slip past her lips, they drive him crazy in the best way. ]

[Everything last night is a blur to her this morning. There's fuzzy memories of things being fast and hard, of their desperation. It had felt good, she can recall that. But this is better, their taking it slower and really feeling one another. One of her arms is lazily draped up against her head, and her fingers tangle in her hair.

Her other hand lightly grazes against his arm the best she can in this position, though she winds up dropping her touch away and letting her palm press against her stomach instead. This isn't fucking, not like it was last night. This is something softer, even as he firmly drives his way deep inside her with each thrust.

The way he's looking at her is soft, and she knows she's looking up at him with an expression that mirrors the same love and want that he has. Their eye contact never breaks, even as she gasps and softly moans, her face contorting in pleasure. She never looks away from him, never stops letting his name fall from her lips like a reverent prayer.

If he says they can have this, that this can be theirs, she wants it. It would literally destroy her at this point not to have him, and she feels her heart break a little at the fact that she never told him that she wants this to be the rest of their forever. They've wasted so much time, and this is too good to not get to keep.

By the time they both come, they're panting and covered in sweat, their bodies tangled together as her legs slip free from over his shoulders and lay splayed open. He's halfway collapsed over her and she can't really find words to say. Nothing sounds right. Even with their shifting, he's managed to stay halfway pressed inside her, and she's reluctant to have him slip free all the way.

But he does, because of course he can't lay over her like that for long, and soon they're both laying on their sides, pressed in close together. Her foot rubs up and down along his leg as she softly kisses them, again and again until she loses herself in him for a second time that morning. Fingertips gently caress his cheek, as her other hand grazes along his side and to his chest. Her touch stops when she can feel the slightly raised outline of one of his old tattoos, one that has been there since high school.

It's then that she breaks the kiss, eyes opening to reveal an earnest and vulnerable expression. She's putting her heart on her sleeve now, and she can only hope she doesn't wind up regretting it.]

I want this, with you. I want this to be how it is every day for us.

[ Even though the air is thick, heavy with the smell of sweat and sex, it's feels absolutely perfect. All he wants to do is spend the entire day in this tiny bed with her, wrapped up together like one being. As the adrenaline begins to fade, he feels guilt twist in his stomach. None of it has to do with the idea of hurting Natalie, but that Chrissy doesn't know. He's lied to her by omission, for all he knows if he had told her about Natalie she would have told him to fuck off right there.

But he has to tell her, has to get it out in the open so they can deal with it. If Chrissy rejects him for it, then so be it. He's tired of living a lie. That doesn't make it any easier to bring up the subject, and he shifts uncomfortably beside her. ]

So do I. [ His voice is tremulous, knows that what comes next will make or break them. Eddie swallows hard, takes in a deep breath before continuing. ] Look, I haven't been fully honest with you.

[ Tears sting in the corners of his eyes, but he wills himself not to let them fall. This is his fuck up, not hers. ]

I-- I've been with someone for a little while now. She came here with me, she-- things haven't been great from the start but I-- [ He breaks off, has to take in another sharp inhale of breath. ] I'm breaking things off with her tonight. Whether you still want me or not, I mean. And if you don't, well, I get it.

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