[ As much as he loves the feel of her, Eddie lets himself go still as her fingers wrap around his wrist. They're both figuring this out, in so many ways, but they're doing it together. That's all that really matters at the end of the day. He takes in a deep breath, smiles up at her in an impossibly boyish, charming, sort of way. She just makes him happy, no matter what the strange circumstances surrounding them might be, no matter how strange. ]

I just wanted you to know that. [ His voice is a little fluttery, made fragile by the way his breath seems to catch in his throat. ] Because you're really, really, perfect.

[ And he can't hold himself back any longer, lets his hand break free of her grip so his fingers can move in a gentle rocking motion. He wants to touch her more, take more time with just her, but-- but he's young, and virginal, and reunited with the girl he's so desperately in love with. He can only hold himself back for so long, and that time has all but run out. So he withdraws his fingers, though only so he can yank down her panties. He's not content until they're thrown off the side of the bed, and his own boxers are quick to follow. ]

Just... let me know if it's too much, okay?

[ He takes in a breath, grips his cock in one hand as he guides her down on top of him. She feels-- there are no words for it, the perfect fit, just what he needs, incredible, amazing. His head jerks back against the pillows as he rocks his hips upward in what is meant to be a controlled motion. ]

Fuck, Chrissy, oh, fuck.