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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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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. ]

I like having you around.

[It's an honest admission, not meant to flatter him as much as reassure him that she doesn't mind him hanging out. She takes a minute to call down to the concierge and arrange food to be brought up. Bacon and eggs for him, along with a fruit platter. And she orders a big plate of french fries and a hamburger for herself, because it sounds amazing.

Once she's finished getting food taken care of, she glances back over toward him with a curious look on her face.]

We kissed last night. And you're worried about me not wanting you to stick around?

[She's smiling a little as she says it, heading over to open the hotel wardrobe so she can pull out a different dress to wear.]

Ah, yeah, we did.

[ Her bringing it sends heat rising to his cheeks, makes him rub sheepishly at the back of his neck. They were going to have to talk about that at some point, and he's already imagined a hundred different ways in which the conversation ends badly. But she's smiling, and she's just told him she likes having him around. Somehow, he hadn't prepared himself for that response, and it makes his heart jackhammer in his chest. ]

Well, we were a little drunk, so-- I don't know. Was worried you might wake up regretting it, I guess.

Yeah, we were pretty drunk, weren't we?

[It's obvious she doesn't mind, sounding amused as she pulls out new clothes. They're clutched close to her chest as she strides over toward the bathroom.]

The only thing I regret is you turning me down for more than kissing.

[Because yes, she does remember that. Vividly. Again, it's not like she really minds. It's probably for the best that he was a gentleman. If anything more ever happens, she thinks it would be better if they weren't drunk.]

I think I'll take a shower before the food gets here. If you want to join me, I promise to be on my best behavior.

[ Eddie nearly chokes on his own breath as she hits him with that little one two punch. It takes him a moment just to recover, to try not to look like some nervous virgin. Even if she says she regrets that he'd turned her down last night, he still feels like it was the right decision. ]

Yeah! [ The answer nearly explodes out of him, and Eddie has to take a moment to laugh at himself. No one has ever had this sort of effect on him, and even worse, he actually likes it. ] I mean yeah, sure, we can do that.

I know.

[She retorts, sounding so much more confident and sure of herself today. A lot of it has to do with the way he's responding to her. He's just so cute, and it feels like he's completely smitten. Maybe she's pretty lovestruck too, she realizes, as the thought of him seeing her naked makes her blush.

It doesn't get her to keep her clothes on though, Chrissy setting her new clothes aside on the bathroom counter before she slips off what she's wearing and lets it all drop to the tile floor. She definitely slinks her way over toward the shower to turn it on, conscious of the fact that his eyes will be on her.]

So, do you regret turning me down last night?

[A casual question, asked as she glances over her shoulder at him before she steps into the shower to let the water rain down on her.]

[ Eddie trails obediently after her, tries not to outright stare as she undresses. Of course, they're going to shower together, so looking is expected, isn't it? He's sure that he's over thinking things, and tries to focus instead on not tripping over his own pants as he gets undressed. ]

Hm? [ He almost thinks he hasn't heard her correctly, thrown off by how casually she asks it. ] Oh, that.

[ Eddie shuffles into the shower behind her, lets out a little contented sigh at the feel of hot water against his tired body. ]

Honesty? I don't. [ They're naked in the shower, so there's no point in being anything but honest. ] Not that I didn't want to. [ Because fuck, he had wanted to, and badly. ] Just... like I said. We were drunk, you had kind of a scary night. Didn't feel right to me.

[As she promised, Chrissy behaves herself. It's incredibly hard to do, but she manages. In fact, she almost seems indifferent to his presence. But she's sure he can tell that she's effected by his proximity, even as they pass bottles back and forth so they can wash themselves.]

It wasn't the right time.

[She agrees, sounding thoughtful.]

But when do you think will be?

[Is it wrong to talk about sex right now? Maybe a little, since she's not planning on touching him at all. And maybe she's curious to see how he'll react if they talk about sex and then keep things chaste. Almost a little like turnabout being fair play and all that. It's pretty unfortunate that it's also a test for her, to see how well she can withstand the temptation.

Thankfully, she's washing her hair and that's enough of a distraction that she can almost forget that he's right beside her.]

[ That question feels so unfair to be asking when they're naked together, when Eddie is already doing everything he can to think un-sexy thoughts. If he pops a boner now, it's going to be all over for him. It feels like some bizarre wet dream, to see if he can truly resist temptation. ]

Well, uh-- [ His answer comes in a little squeak, as though he's suddenly reverted back to puberty. Eddie bites down as hard as he can manage at the inside of his cheek, lets the pain shock him back to something sensible. He lets his gaze drift to floor at his tongues at the blood now welling in his mouth. ] Guess that depends on when you're free for a date.

[Chrissy knows she has the upper hand right now, and revels in her power. Even with as slight as it is, it's intoxicating. She's used to her stage persona being able to command an entire stadium. But bringing a grown man to squeaking like he's a teenage boy is something new. She doesn't have to pretend to be what her managers want her to be. She's just herself, and for once, she sees just how powerful that is.

So of course she smiles a little as she pauses in washing, before she turns around beneath the water to face him. A soapy hand is pressed against his chest, and she congratulates herself on doing a good job not looking him up and down to add to the pressure he's probably feeling right now.]

How about tonight?

Tonight?

[ He barely manages to get the word out before she's got her hand pressed against his chest. He wants-- oh god, he wants to kiss her again, and do far more than that. The contact makes him shiver even under the warm spray of water. And just like that, Eddie is hurrying out of the shower, flushed from toe to tip.

Once he has a towel wrapped tightly around his waist, he feels just the slightest bit more normal. He hopes she doesn't take it the wrong way, that he's putting the distance between them only because he doesn't want to let himself lose control. At least, not before their date. Holy shit. ]

Yeah, I can do tonight.

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