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girls don't like boys

[ Eddie had never been able to figure out what he'd do once he actually graduated. But then one day he had found himself with a piece of paper clasped in his hands and completely directionless. Part of him had wanted his band to take off, to be famous in his own right. They had made a go of it, had built their own little fanbase, but ultimately, Corroded Coffin had never quite gotten off the ground. Just hoping to be famous wasn't enough, and Eddie had to face reality and find a different direction for his life.

Gareth is the one that had offered him a job a the private security company he worked for, and Eddie was surprised at how much he enjoyed the gig. Most of the guys were physically imposing, tough looking, even if on their off time they were sweethearts. It didn't take him long to realize that half the job was just about image. Eddie himself wasn't the sort of buff, muscled protector, but he quickly found he didn't need to be. Being tatted and tall took care of a lot.

He can hardly believe when he's handed his next assignment, working security for pop princess Chrissy Cunningham. He knows that name, he's sure of it, and an ancient memory rings through him. Middle school, he thinks, cheer routines and a school talent show. Eddie keeps all of that to himself, folds the paper with the details of his job and tucks it away the same as he does the memory.

All things considered, it's a good gig. She's got plenty of security, and at first Eddie barely needs to do anything. He just exists among a squad of men that are designated to hold back screaming fangirls. It's several days onto her tours before Eddie finds himself assigned as one of her personal body guards. She's just finished up a show, and Eddie is the one that shepherds her from stage to dressing room. He can still hear the screams of delight as he finally closes the door behind them.

Her dressing room is bright and airy, filled with floral arrangements and cards proclaiming love and well wishes. Eddie positions himself in front of the door, watching Chrissy as she begins her routine in unwinding after a show. ]

Let me know if you need anything, okay?

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You familiar with 'never have I ever'?

[ He's reaching for the bottle, tops off her glass and pours the last dregs into his own. He needs to open a second bottle to top off his glass. It's a little careless, and champagne spills over the glass and runs down his fingers. He leans back, licks the few drops from his knuckles before looking back at her. ]

One of says something we've never done, and if you've done it, you drink.

[ Eddie raises his glass as though to toast, waits for her to do the same. ]

So I could say, never have I ever sung in front of thousands of people, and you'd have to drink. [ He grins at her, mischievous. ] I mean, I assume you've done that.

[She laughs at the fact he chose the most obvious route to get her to have to drink, and all she can do is smirk in amusement as she raises her glass in a toast before taking a drink.]

So if I said, never have I ever had long hair, you'd have to drink?

[Both eyebrows arch as she grins impishly up at him.]

Or do I have to actually be telling the truth?

[Her eyes glance to his hands, taking note of the fact his fingers are still wet from the champagne. She wouldn't mind watching him lick off more once they get tipsy enough. It takes great effort to shake that though from her mind, and she glances back to his face to wait for his answer.]

If you don't tell the truth, then the game's no fun.

[ He gives her a wink, raises his glass to take a drink. What he's just said is true, under normal circumstances. But the way his heart flips when she asks the question makes him think she could lie to him all evening and he'd still enjoy it. ]

You barely squeak by with that, you know.

[ Eddie smirks in her direction, openly eyeing the length of her hair. It's more to make her laugh than anything, rather than open up a debate about whether her hair counts as long or medium. ]

My turn. [ He thinks for a moment, trying to stick to more innocent questions, for now. ] Never have I ever... cried at a party.

I haven't!

[She gasps as she answers the question verbally, forgetting she can just not take a drink. But then she's left laughing right after she says it, giving a light shrug of her shoulders.]

Unless you count laughing so hard you almost cry.

[But she's not taking a drink, and instead runs her finger along the rim of her glass as she thinks something over.]

Never have I ever fell asleep watching TV.

Nah, I said cry, after all. Not almost.

[ Though he's glad to hear it's never happened, at least not in the way he had imagined. Something about her strikes him as being a crier, but he keeps that thought to himself. Besides, she's nailed him with her next question, and he raises his glass to drink. ]

I can't believe you never have. [ Eddie has spent far too many nights passing out in front of the tv, but thankfully this game doesn't include follow up questions. ] Never have I ever been outside the country.

[ Which is a little bit cheating, seeing as he knows she's done at least one world tour. But she's gotten one up on him, and he'd like to even things up. ]

[She gives him a look that says you know I have, before she takes a drink. And since he can play to win, she can too. Laughing, she leans over to rest her head against the back of the couch. But she turns so she's watching him completely.]

I've fallen asleep reading books. I've even fallen asleep in a movie premiere once or twice. But never in front of the tv.

[She takes another little sip, just because she wants to.]

Hmmmm...never have I ever peed standing up.

[Yes, she knows that it's tacky. But she's hoping to surprise him enough that he laughs. And takes a drink, of course.]

Wow, talk about a low blow.

[ Eddie looks offended, pressing a hand to his chest. It’s all an act, of course, evidenced by the way he laughs as he finishes his glass. He reaches to refill and nearly finished the bottle, reaching to tip the last bit into Chrissy’s. ]

If that’s how you wanna play… [ His grin is wolfish as he formulates his next question. ] Never have I ever worn a bra.

[She takes a drink while he's asking his question, feeling nice and pleasantly relaxed now. There's a laugh as she reaches over to gently hit at his arm. She knows she's owed a low blow, but really? Of course, Chrissy takes a drink. This one she makes a show out of, downing about half of her glass in a single gulp.]

Never have I ever rode a motorcycle?

[It comes out a question because while she never has, she can't tell if he's a motorcycle kind of guy or not. He looks like he might be, but he may not have the time to mess around with them if he's guarding high profile clients.]

[ That little bit of contact does more to him than it has any business doing. Eddie feels a little shiver run through him, and tries to assure himself that it's nothing. Must have been a gust of the air conditioner or something. ]

Ooh, nice try, but that's a miss.

[ He seems pleased at the miss, holds his glass defiantly away from him, despite the fact that he'd like to drain the whole thing. ]

Okay, I'll go easy on you. Never have I ever broken a bone.

[Giggling, she raises her glass in a toast before taking another drink. This guzzle drains her glass, and she's warm and a little fuzzy headed as she makes her way over to the gift baskets to find another bottle to pop open. She manages to get it open before she's back at the couch, and laughs loudly as champagne bubbles out the top and goes everywhere.

Her glass is filled as soon as she's able.]

I fell off the jungle gym at school when I was little.

[If he wanted to know. They don't have to explain, but she likes telling him about herself. It's almost like he wants to know the real her, not just her stage persona.]

How about...never have I ever been rejected.

[ Eddie jerks back suddenly, as though he's been shot, a hand flying to his chest. Some of the champagne spills down from the glass, runs over his fingers, but Eddie is committed to the bit. He sits slowly, his expression pained as he licks droplets of wine from his fingers. ]

I can't believe you'd make me admit that. [ He adds a fake sniffle to his show, looks downright broken hearted as he takes a long swallow from his glass. ] Guess it doesn't surprise me that you've never been rejected.

[ And he chooses not to elaborate further on why he thinks that is. Eddie drums his fingers against his thigh, trying to come up with something good. ]

Never have I ever flashed someone.

[ He quirks a brow, very interested in her answer. ]

[She snorts, laughing as she rolls her eyes.]

You'll be disappointed to know that I haven't.

[Tipsy by now though, she doesn't even think before she takes another drink. She just smiles, pleased that they're still playing this silly game at all.]

What about you, never have I ever...called someone the wrong name in bed.

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You know what? I am disappointed.

[ He thinks he can only admit that because of the several glasses of champagne swirling inside him, beginning to make things just a touch hazy around the edges. It's of course completely inappropriate for him to say something like that, but it's also inappropriate that he's here right now, so what does it really matter? ]

I'm more of a gentleman than that. [ But he takes a sip anyway, mostly because he wants to drink. ] Let the record show that this is only because I'm thirsty, not because I've done that.

[ He's starting to feel a little too warm, shrugs out of his suit jacket and loosens his tie. ]

Never have I ever faked an orgasm.

[She's not bothered that he says it. Maybe she should be, she thinks. But she's nice and relaxed, eyebrows arched as she watches him loosen his tie. Well, he's going to be smug after this.

Chrissy holds eye contact with him long enough that it's definitely inappropriate. But she's had enough to drink that she no longer cares. And when she takes another drink, her head is left swimming.

Maybe that has to do with the fact he hasn't looked away from her though.]

Never have I ever kissed on the first date.

[ Somehow, the answer makes him sad. Maybe because he thinks that if it were in his control, she'd never have to fave an orgasm. But that's none of his business, not even when she's flushed from drinking and practically glowing. It's impossible to look anywhere but at her, and he makes eye contact as he empties his glass once again. ]

Honestly, I don't consider it a successful first date if there isn't a kiss.

[ He's reaching for the bottle, a little clumsy as he refills his glass. By now he's lost count of how many glasses they've gone through, and no longer finds himself caring. The next question spills out of him without thinking, because if he were, he never would have asked it. ]

Never have I ever been in love.

[Her eyes widen briefly, but she takes a drink. And then her eyes narrow as she looks over at him, leaning in to whisper.]

You're trying to get me drunk, aren't you?

[She definitely is at this point, her words slurred. She's even forgotten that it's her turn to say something to make him have to drink. Instead, she just winds up looking over at him, entertained with the fact that he's "winning".]

[ He has no business being bothered by the fact that she takes a drink, but that doesn't stop him from feeling vaguely jealous. Eddie chalks it up to how much they've had to drink, because it should mean nothing to him if she's been in love. Eddie drains his glass, deeming the game finished, reaching to set it on the low coffee table in front of them. ]

Nothing like that. [ Eddie answers her with a low laugh, noting that she already seems to be properly drunk. He's pretty close himself, and he has no interested in getting her wasted. They've reached a pleasant place he thinks, as he slides closer to her on the couch. ] You feeling okay?

[ Without thinking, he places his arm around her shoulders, as though to steady her. The whole point was to help her relax, and he hopes he hasn't pushed things too far beyond that. ]

Me? [The single word is squeaked out, her face lighting up with a smile. Her head tips to the side a little, and she feels her smile slowly widen and stretch out across her face.]

I'm feeling great.

[There's still some champagne left in her glass though, and she downs it in a clumsy movement.]

Better than great, actually.

[She's leaning in, her eyes focused on his mouth. With his arm around her, she's so close to him. And her heart is starting to beat a little faster because of it. Chrissy, who's never kissed on the first date, decides this isn't a date. So it's okay for her to kiss him. He tastes like champagne, and the kiss is less heated than she was aiming for. But it's soft and it's good, and she doesn't pull away after the initial contact.]

[ Oh, this is definitely not what he's supposed to be doing right now. But some part of him had known, from the moment he had opened that first bottle, that things might go this way. Now that it's happening he can hardly believe it. She's so beautiful, so soft against him, it makes a heat suddenly rise beneath his collar.

Eddie leans into the kiss, opens his mouth just slightly, just enough to get a taste. And then he pulls back, lifting a hand to cup the side of her face. ]

Thought you didn't kiss on the first date. [ He says as he pulls back, leaving a scarce few inches between them. ] And I really shouldn't be doing this, by the way. Breaks all kind of rules.

[ That doesn't seem like much of a deterrent, considering he leans in to kiss her again, winding both arms around her so he can pull her close. ]

This isn't a date, is it?

[It's a loophole. This is just a bodyguard and his client crossing lines that shouldn't be crossed. Having some harmless fun. There's nothing wrong with this, she tells herself. It's just a one time thing, because he feels bad for her.]

And I'm not planning on telling anyone.

[Not only is her privacy important to her, she doesn't want to lose him as a bodyguard. So her lips are sealed. Or will be later, as she's currently very much so kissing him with near reckless abandon. Whatever happens, they'll worry about tomorrow. Right now, they're just enjoying themselves. It's a little stress relief after a scare with a stalker.]

You're not telling anyone, are you?

[She thinks to ask after she's practically shifted herself halfway up onto his lap.]

Fair enough.

[ Of course this isn't a date. He wouldn't even be here right now if it weren't for some creepy fan overstepping every possible boundary. But that's hard to think about when she's practically crawling onto his lap and promising she won't tell anyone about this. ]

Secret's safe with me.

[ And that's all he feels the need to say before his mouth is on her again. While the kiss starts slow, exploratory, it rapidly devolves into something deep and hungry. Fuck, he can't get enough of her, and now that he's had a taste, he don't think anything will ever be able to compare. ]

[Somewhere between the hungry, sloppy kisses and her starting to grind in his lap, she's managed to clumsily work at his pants and get them open to her.]

Never have I ever gotten someone's pants off this fast.

[She drunkenly giggles, clearly not trying to get the game started back up again. She's tipsy enough where she's able to appreciate her work, but also gone enough to not realize she hasn't gotten his pants off at all. Just open.

There's a moment where she's properly distracted by the taste of him as she heatedly kisses him again, but it's all too soon before her mouth starts trailing nips and kisses along this neck. She can't remember a time she's ever been this attracted to someone, or a time when she's ever wanted someone as much as she does him.]

[ Eddie is more than happy to return her kisses with equal passion, lets their tongues press messily against each other. Then she's grinding against him, and without even thinking his hips lift to meet hers, a groan stirring int he base of his throat. He wants her, badly, would be more than happy to rip that dress off and have his way with her but-- but...

God damn his conscience. ]

Hey, hey... [ He breaks apart, his hands settling at her shoulders. It's not that he wants to do this, but even without his job factoring into things, she's drunk and has had a rough night. ] Why don't we keep things above the belt tonight?

Tonight?

[It's impossible for her to hide the confusion that she's feeling right now. He enables her to get drunk, he plays a game with sexy questions, and he kisses her like that? And then tells her to keep things above the belt? Drunk Chrissy makes something close to a petulant whine. It's not that she's used to being denied things, because she is all the time.

It's that she wants him, and she isn't used to men ever wanting anything more than one night. Sure, there's the disgusting old men producers and record labels that want plenty of alone time with her. They request it all the time.

But this is different. This is a normal guy who wants her...well, maybe he wants her because she's pretty and famous. But it doesn't matter to her, she just knows that she wants him. And now he's denying her.

She sulks a little, but does at least nod and ease back.]

You mean you want to do this more than just tonight?

[ This might actually be the hardest thing he's ever had to do in his life. She's beautiful, she wants him, and jesus fucking christ she's sulking about him pumping the breaks. That alone is enough to make him want to fling her down onto the mattress and have his way with her. But this is about more than his job, it's about looking out for her, person to person. ]

I would love to do this more than just tonight.

[ At least he can be open on that front. Eddie grabs her gently by the wrists, sets at the heartbreaking task of pulling her hands away. ]

You are-- [ His breath catches in his throat, because there are so many ways he wants to finish that sentence. ] You're drunk. Me too.

[ It's the easy out, the best way he can see to avoid getting in too deep tonight. Eddie carefully eases her off his lap, helping her to stand, quick to follow himself. ]

Why don't you lay down for a bit? We can put something on tv.

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