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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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[ 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.

[Her feelings are a little hurt, but more than that, she's just confused about why he'd care that she's drunk. That's not really a thing men in the industry do. He's not a part of that world, she realizes, as she stumbles her way over toward the bed. And that's a good thing. He's not trying to use her.

That fact makes her smile, and she falls into bed feeling a little more content and at ease. ]

We may be drunk, but you're the one missing out.

[She teases, smiling even as she's still a little sulky. But it's short lived, because the bed is comfortable. Chrissy crawls her way up to the pillows and falls back against them with a content sigh.]

I know.

[ He laughs gently, feels something ache within his chest. Because he would have loved to let Chrissy go further, but this is-- it's the right thing to do. But he's glad it's easy enough to get her settled into bed, make sure she's resting comfortably. Eddie kicks off his shoes and settles beside her, above the covers, as he fumbles for the remote to the tv across the room. ]

You just relax now, okay?

[ From the look of things, she won't need much encouragement now that he's gotten her into bed. The tv flickers to live, and Eddie flips through channels until he finds some silly reality show to fill the empty air. ]

[He continues to be a gentleman, she notes, as they curl up in bed together. She's not a huge fan of reality shows, but is grateful for the idle noise as they lay there in silence. It's not an awkward kind of quiet as much as it is a companionable one.

She tries not to think about that to much as she scoots over closer to him, resting her head on his chest.]

Thanks for staying, Eddie.

[Her words sound drowsy when she finally speaks, nuzzling in close and turning so she's turned away from the tv entirely. Her arm flops over across him, essentially trapping him there with her as she starts to pass out.]

Of course, Chrissy.

[ And as she settles in closer to him, Eddie doesn't show any hesitation in wrapping his arms around her. They fit so perfectly together that it almost makes his heart break. He tries not to think about the coming morning, about how when she's sober she will surely regret all of this. For now, Eddie just lets himself lay back in bed and enjoy the feeling of Chrissy against him.

It's not long before she's asleep, and Eddie spends the time watching one trashy reality show after another. It's well into the early hours of the morning when he finally pulls away, fumbles to turn the tv off before moving to collapse on the couch. He falls into an uneasy sleep, awakened at the slightest turn.

Sometime in the night Eddie removes himself from the bed, stalks over to the couch instead and manages to sleep something close to peacefully. He's awake somewhat early in the morning, his head only faintly pounding with hangover, settles back so he can watch Chrissy. Just doing his job, he thinks, despite the fact that he never should have been here in the first place. ]

[Her head is pounding and her ears are ringing when she wakes up. Blearily blinking, she groans in protest and braces both of her hands against the side of her head. Slowly, she moves to sit up. Her eyes are both open by that point, making it easy to spot Eddie over on the couch.]

You stayed.

[She sounds amazed by that fact, and the corner of her mouth curls upward in a smile.]

How are you feeling?

[Because she's pretty much feeling like shit. And typically, she'd offer to run the shower so they can both get in, but she's pretty sure he politely declined her advances last night. Everything's a little hazy now, but she thinks she distinctly remembers pouting as he slipped her out of his lap.]

Yeah, I did.

[ He can't imagine having left, what it would be like for her to wake up alone. Even hungover and rumpled, she looks so beautiful, enough that it makes his heart throb in his chest. Eddie stands from the couch, plucks a bottle of sparkling water out from among the gift baskets. He hands it to her as he settles at the edge of the bed, keeping his hands to himself. For now, anyway. ]

I'm doing alright. [ The hangover isn't too bad, though he can feel the lack of sleep, a tired ache in his bones. ] How about you?

I've got one hell of a headache.

[She grumbles, still rubbing at her temple. There's a pout on her face to match her tone, but it doesn't stay for long as she shifts to stretch and slowly crawl out of bed. ]

Did you sleep on the couch all night?

[It's hard to hide the amusement mingled with concern in her voice. If she's feeling like she has a headache, she can only imagine how he's feeling after a night on the couch. They're not usually very comfortable to sleep on.]

Most of it.

[ There had been a few, blissful hours where he had stayed in bed with Chrissy, unable to pull away from her. Even if he hadn't been sleeping, it had felt strangely restful, difficult to pull himself away from. Even now he feels sucked into her gravity, wants to be closer. ]

Just thought I'd-- wanted to make sure you had a safe night's sleep. I can leave any time.

[ And he should have left last night, but that's already over and done with. He isn't sure what she's supposed to be doing today, but he wants to be there for her. ]

No, I don't want you to leave.

[Her arms are raised up above her head as she slowly shuffles her way over toward the phone in the room.]

I'll have something sent up for breakfast.

[There's a pause as she sees the digital clock by the phone. It's almost 1 pm. Yikes.]

Or lunch, I guess. We slept through breakfast. What sounds good to you?

[Given who she is, she doesn't need a menu. They can get whatever they want made, just with her name attached to the order.]

Oh, um, I'm an eggs and bacon kind of guy.

[ Aside from his suit jacket, Eddie had slept in his clothes, but now he sets about making himself more comfortable. He sheds his dress shirt, leaving him in the soft white cotton of the tank he had been wearing underneath. Writhing out of his slacks is another thing, because all he's got beneath that is his boxer. But those end up on the floor too, and he tucks himself beneath the covers before anything can be taken as too obscene. ]

You don't mind me hanging around?

[ He doesn't think she does, all things considered. And he's still thinking about how they had kissed last night, wants to address that, eventually. More accurately, he wants to be kissing her again. ]

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