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would someone care to classify

[ This was stupid. Scratch that, this was something more than stupid. It was pointless, hopeless, insane, a waste of time-- the list went on. But after everything he had seen after the Upside Down, why should this be any more fantastical than the rest of it? It doesn't take long from when he's out of the hospital that the research begins. They're out of the trailer park now, officially condemned, but his uncle had been given enough hush money to set them up at a new place, an apartment just outside of town. Even though Eddie has been officially been cleared of all wrong doing, it was still better for him to keep a low profile.

As soon as they were settled in the new place, Eddie had shut himself away in his new room with the decrepit books he had scrounged up in the library. They were all about death, the dead, the afterlife-- and how to make contact. Call him crazy-- and most people probably would, if they had known what he was up to. But Eddie had shut out the rest of the world as he healed, threw himself into macabre studies as his body healed. The only thing he's been able to think about since leaving the hospital, since that night, really, is her. Chrissy Cunningham. And he has been consumed by the idea of somehow contacting her, apologizing for how he's failed her. It's the least he can do, right?

And so it's late one early spring night that Eddie slips from the apartment, fires up the van and makes a beeline for the old trailer. A brown paper grocery bag sits beside him on the passenger seat, his only companion on the silent drive over. The move is bright and heavy in the sky as he pulls up in front of the trailer, still wrapped up in caution tape. Not that the feds have done much about it, and so he's able to sneak inside without much issue. Every single nerve ending feels like it's on fire, and it's all he can do to keep from trembling. He hasn't been in the trailer since it happened, and it feels deeply wrong to be here now.

For once, determination wins out over fear and anxiety, and Eddie goes about unpacking the bag and spreading the contents out over the living room floor. He spreads out candles, bundled sage, grave dirt, a wilted lily. All of them are arranged carefully, the candles lit, as he flips slowly through pages of a heavy, musty, tome. There's no way this will work, he thinks, but trying might make him feel better. Maybe he can move on after that. Cast in the glow of candlelight, Eddie fumbles through several lines of latin, words that he only vaguely knows the meaning of. Then he sets the book down, closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. ]

Chrissy Cunningham. [ It's the first time he's spoken her name aloud since... since then. And it sends spears of guilt that drive themselves deep into his heart. ] I call upon-- [ This is so stupid, he thinks. Pathetic. ] I call upon your spirit. Reveal yourself.

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[Whining as he touches her, she bites at her lip and lets her head fall back. His words register with her on some level, but there's something inside of her that greedily wants to just give in and feel. No more words, no more thoughts. She wants her head empty and to just bask in every sensation his touch can give her.

Still, her affection for him pulls her out of her hazy arousal, and she tries to clear her mind enough to reassure him. She knows that when you love someone, you make them feel safe.]

Eddie...

[Her fingers curl against his wrist, gently pressing and directing him to stop the motion of his hand. It's hard to do, given how desperate she is to be touched. But she manages, with only a soft whimper.]

I've never really done this either. It's okay.

[They'll figure it all out together. And as her hand drops away from restraining him from touching her, both of her hands cup his cheeks and she leans up to kiss him with all the hunger she currently has for him. Her desire is an all consuming thing, but she's not afraid of it. She's never felt more certain about anything than she does about Eddie Munson right now. She has a primal need to be close to him, to never let him go. Rather than questioning it, she gives into it completely.]

[ 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.

[Everything is a blur, up until the point she feels his cock sink as far into her as her body will currently allow. It's almost too much at first, the sensory input overwhelming when put together with her frenzied need to be as close to him as possible. His hips rock, and pull gasps and soft sounds from her each time he moves.

Oh fuck, fuck, fuckfuck fuck.

She thinks she must be thinking it, not realizing that she's gasping it out loud as she slowly works herself into a steady pace. Her hands briefly press down against his, pinning them to the bed, but she's able to use her hold against him in order to find purchase and start riding him faster.

As they develop a rhythm together, Chrissy starts to feel more...like herself. She gains more and more energy, which she just passes off as being because of sex. But there's another layer to it to, something she can't put a finger on. It feels like she and Eddie are further connected, bound together in a way that words can't describe.]

[ Both of them practically claw at each other, desperate to be close, to feel more and more, and more. It goes by in kind of a blur, neither of them in a place to last particularly long. But Eddie keeps a singular focus on making sure Chrissy is the first to go over the edge, watching her unravel and lose herself to wave after wave of pleasure.

Eddie isn't far behind, gripping her hips tightly as he can as his hips arc in their last few thrusts. He cries out her name as he comes, pulls her close so he can kiss her, slow and needy. Another long moment passes before he eases out of her, though he's quick to pull her close.

It's a little strange, in a way he can't describe, as he holds her close. He's tired, sure, in a way anyone would be but-- there's something else. He feels diminished, somehow, tired in a way that radiates from his bones. For now, he assumes that's natural, just part of the frenzied, desperate, process. Nothing to worry about. ]

Feel better? [ He asks softly, turning his head to press a kiss to her temple. ] That was incredible.

Yeah. It really was.

[Chrissy's feeling primed and energized, even with as boneless and content as she currently is. It's like every ounce of anxiety and stress is out of her body, and she stretches lazily like a cat before situating herself back up against him. She rubs her thumb along his jawline, before pressing it against his chin. After smiling up at him for what feels like forever, she claims an affectionate kiss.]

I thought the first time would make me sore or tired or something. But it feels like I could go out and run a marathon right now.

[In fact, that general offness to her that's existed since she came back is noticeably absent. She's flushed and warm, and finally full of life.]

[ Even as he comes down from the post coital high, Eddie doesn't feel quite like himself. It's easy enough to ignore, at least, because Chrissy is looking more alive than ever, bright and practically glowing. He doesn't want to do anything that would potentially disrupt that. ]

Must be the athlete in you. [ He says with a little laugh, far more content to sink back into the bed and sleep for a while longer. ] You can go out and run as much as you want, as long as you come back.

[She almost takes him up on that, just because he's suggested that she do it. It's not like she entirely felt compelled to do what he says, but that her affection for him makes her want to listen to what he suggests. But he seems like he's feeling like lounging around, and she can do that too. Chrissy curls around him, still and quiet, but never actually falls back asleep.

He does though, and she's content to simply lay there and listen to him breathe. Eventually she slinks her way out of bed, and makes her way around the hotel room. There's not much to explore, so she occupies her time by taking a hot bath. She feels amazing when she gets out, and finds him up and moving around too.]

Eddie. [She breathes out his name, grinning almost ear to ear. Completely naked after her shower, she crosses the room so she can be wrapped up in his arms.]

Do you want to get dressed and get back out on the road? Or stick around here for a couple of days?

[ Eddie doesn't even realize that he's fallen asleep until she's curled up beside him and easing him back into consciousness. He feels a little better now, thinks he can chalk the experience up to just being overwhelmed by everything. His first time bringing a girl back to life, his first time having sex, that's a lot for anyone to take in. ]

Hey... [ He murmurs as he stretches to wrap his arms around her. She feels so warm, really alive, and he thinks he would be content to just drift back to sleep like this. ] Hope I wasn't out too long.

[ Reluctantly, Eddie lets her go so he can sit up slowly in bed, stretching his arms above his head. It's tempting to stay here forever, until the money runs out, which might take them all the way until the end. But the road is calling them, California and its bright blue water. ]

I think I can handle hitting the road today.

Okay.

[She grins, sprinkling affectionate little kisses all over his face. Her lips wind up finding his as the last kiss before she leans back. They've both had a lot of firsts crammed into a short period of time. She could probably stay in this bed with him for a few days and be perfectly content.

But he seems a little tired still, and she tries to behave herself because of it.]

I should probably get dressed, huh? So we can get on the road?

[ For as tired as he still feels, Chrissy doting on him with sweet kisses goes a good way to helping him feel a bit more alive again. Eddie smiles dreamily, wraps his arms around her to hold her close. He nuzzles against the side of her face, smiles and breathes in the scent of her. ]

Yeah... [ He trails off, remembering. ] Which reminds me, we need to get you some clothing. Unless you wanna live in my hand me downs forever.

[ He's not especially eager to get back on the road, so a bit of shopping will be a nice warm up before continuing their trip. ]

Wanna find a mall around here?

A mall?

[Chrissy's a teenage girl. It's 1986. Of course she wants to find a mall. It's tempting to ask to keep wearing his clothes, just so she can smell like him. But the thought of going shopping at the mall makes her nice and excited. So much so that she pulls away from him and practically leaps off the bed to go find some of his clothes to change into.]

Do you think we're far enough away from Hawkins? No one will recognize me here, right?

[She asks while she's pulling on a pair of boxers and sweatpants that are definitely too small for him. The t-shirt she had worn before is next.]

I think we'll be alright.

[ After all their driving the previous night, they've already made it a good distance into Illinois. They probably could go half an hour out of town and be nearly unrecognizable, so Eddie is feeling pretty confident. He reaches for his bag, fishes out the roadmap he'd grabbed from the hotel lobby last night. There's a large city less than an hour from where they're holed up. ]

Besides, in a few hours we'll really be out in the middle of nowhere, who knows how long it will be before we find a mall again.

Yeah.

[She breathes out an answer, a sigh of relief. With that established, she's actually pretty eager to get to the mall. Eddie seems all too happy to oblige, escorting her out to the van. They listen to loud music and scream-sing the entire way, Chrissy dancing in her seat and giggling.

The mall they find isn't all that busy, which suits her well enough. She's excited as she holds Eddie's hand and he leads her from store to store. They browse for some clothes and things for her, but everything they come across feels too much like something she'd wear in her old life. So she declines all of it, and eventually she can tell that he's getting concerned.]

I just feel like a different person now. I don't want to be Chrissy Cunningham anymore. At least not like how I used to be. You know?

That makes sense.

[ Even with all the supernatural elements removed, Eddie thinks he can understand what she means. She is different now, quite literally, but he also thinks she never really got the chance to be the Chrissy Cunningham she wanted to be. Sure, the preppy cheerleader thing had always been kind of appealing to him, but Eddie ultimately doesn't care where she finds her new style. Or her new self. ]

So, what does the new Chrissy feel like? [ He might be more helpful if he had a better idea of what style actually was, but-- ] Punk? Grunge? Uh, romantic? You can be whatever you want now.

[It takes a couple more stores, but eventually Chrissy finds some things that she likes. Every time he buys her things at one of the registers, she feels a little guilty. He's done so much for her, and he's having to spend his money on her too. But he doesn't seem to mind at all, and eventually she's dressed from head to toe in all her own things.

He takes her by the food court and they eat lunch, talking about high school and movies that they want to see.

In one of the little shops, he buys her heart shaped sunglasses and a necklace, one to replace her 86 charm that they both decided she can't wear anymore. She picks out a heart shaped locket, and insists she wants to find a camera to take pictures that she can put inside.

It's Chrissy that insists on going into the silly little arcade at the mall, and they spend an hour or two playing games she's no good at. But eventually she grows restless, and pulls him along after her toward his van. Where she drags him into the back and takes her time undressing him just enough that she can thank him for the day out with a blowjob. She knows she doesn't have to, but she finds she wants to.

They're lounging around together in the back of his van, looking at his map from the hotel so they can decide which direction to head in.]

It's late, but we can still make decent time if we get on the road now. Do you feel up to driving?

[ By the time they've had lunch, Eddie is feeling quite like himself again, the strange feeling from this morning a mere memory. It's thrilling to watch Chrissy pick things out with all the freedom in the world, watching her discover her style in real time. Eddie plays the dutiful boyfriend, adds each new bag to his arms. None of it is particularly heavy, but by the time they reach the arcade he's got bags strung across both arms.

He's content to let her lead the way, especially content once she's got him back in the van and has her mouth on him. He notices he feels alright afterwards, none of the strange feelings from when they had sex. Which is for the best, considering they should get a few more hours on the road before finding somewhere else to sleep.

Eddie hunches over the map with her as they plot out the best route to California. They've still got a long way to go. ]

If we leave now, we should be able to reach Omaha before it's too late. Sound good to you?

It sounds perfect.

[Even though it's getting close to sundown, she still wears her new heart shaped sunglasses as they drive. She puts in one of the tapes he bought her at the music store, something that's pop and not at all his thing. But he seems to tolerate it, just because she loves it.

They drive well past dark, Chrissy playing the role of navigator with ease. They're able to reach Omaha and find a motel, where they take showers and fall into bed to order pizza and play cards.

They're in the middle of a rousing game of strip poker, Eddie still trying to teach her how to play as they go. She's picking up on it well enough, but she's still half dressed, her clothes discarded on the floor and across the bed. She's got her deck of cards fanned, covering her face so only her eyes are peering out from over them.]

Eddie? How many other girls have you taught this game to?

[ Let the record show, Eddie does not approve of her choice of music. Sure, it's got a good beat, and has him moving his shoulders in time with the songs that play, but he's definitely only listening to it for her benefit. Not because he finds any enjoyment in it. Not at all.

Her music does help the next leg of their journey go faster, and it helps that she is all too enthusiastic when she sings along. It does something to him, seeing her so bright and alive, that sends a direct line to his heart. He has a feeling that she could have put on any sort of music and he would have grooved right along with it.

This leg of the trip is longer than their first, but the shift in atmosphere helps it go by quicker. He's all smiles and laughs when they finally find a motel to pull into. Despite the fact that it's late, neither of them are ready to go to bed, and so they find themselves playing a half assed attempt at strip poker. ]

You're giving me way too much credit. [ Eddie says with a little grin, all too aware of how much clothing he has on compared to her. ] I'm just lucky.

Lucky? [Her eyebrows arch up high, and she lays her cards out for him to see. It's another losing hand.]

I think you know exactly what you're doing.

[Case in point: she's now taking off her bra, leaving her completely topless. The slightly cold air in the room has her nipples hardened already, but she doesn't move to cover up. Let him be distracted by the view.]

One more hand? Maybe we can up the ante.

[ Despite the fact that he's winning, Eddie feels like things are entirely unfair. How is he supposed to concentrate when she's topless in front him, looking equal parts embarrassed and determined? It's so unfairly sexy, makes him want to forget the game and jump her right now, even when the way he felt after their first encounter still lingers in the back of his mind. ]

And what would you suggest, Cunningham?

[ The distraction, intentional or not, does it's job, and Eddie soon finds himself tugging his shirt over his head. He takes his time with the next shuffle of the deck, doing little to hide the fact that he's staring. Is it his fault his recently reincarnated girlfriend is so hot? ]

I don't know, Munson.

[He's staring, and it's obvious. So of course she moves her hair back over her shoulders so he can fully see her. If she's sitting a little proudly because she can distract her boyfriend with her breasts alone, it's not her fault. A girl has to take pride in these things.]

I was thinking whoever wins gets to pick where we stop tomorrow. [There's a pause as she giggles, crawling over their empty pizza box on the bed so she can kiss him.]

But you were probably expecting something sexual weren't you?

[She whispers that word, even as she stresses it. Like just saying the word sex is embarrassing somehow.]

Yeah, maybe I was.

[ He can tell she's a little embarrassed, but then, so is he. They're both still new at this, new at being together, new at-- well, everything that's happened in the last handful of days. Something about the fact that the winner gets to pick their next stop lightens the load on his chest, lets him feel a bit more like a boy again. ]

Not like there's a lot of choices on where to stop coming up. [ His hands settle on her hips, and he's all to eager to press up into her kiss. He has a feeling that this will be the case at every place they stop, that the temptation of just staying someplace where they can be together will win out over the need to keep going. ] But I think I've won.

[ Eddie hardly cares anymore, turns over the cards that reveal a flush before he rocks back onto the carpet, pulling Chrissy along with him. She's so impossibly beautiful, even after a day of traveling, even in the grim light of their motel room. ]

[She squeals with laughter when he pulls her over him, squirming a little in his arms. Chrissy has no actual want to escape, but loves the feeling of her body atop his.]

I love you.

[It's a sweet reminder as she kisses him, soft and sweet kisses that she doesn't expect to go anywhere. She thinks she could spend hours making out with him. His lips are perfectly kissable.

But eventually she does pull away, grinning as she rests comfortably against his chest.]

Do you think it's okay to have sex in the ocean?

[She asks after a minute or two, her question just as casual as if she was asking the weather.]

I love you too, sweet girl.

[ Just saying it makes him feel so blissfully happy, enough to make him forget about everything that's led them to this moment. All he cares about is being able to have Chrissy close against him, skin against skin. It all feels so good, every kiss they steal perfectly clandestine. ]

I-- [ And then she asks that, and it makes him choke on his very breath. It's just the plain way she's asked him that throws him off balance, because yeah, he would absolutely like to fuck her in the ocean. ] Guess we'll find out when we get there.

[ There's still hundreds of miles between them and the beach, still more nights spent in motel rooms ahead of them. There's no doubt this will be the best road trip he's ever taken. He can feel his heart pounding wildly in his chest, desperate for more of her. ]

We'll be there in a week, I think. Can you wait that long?

[That question makes her laugh, because it sounds like he thinks she's a sex fiend or something.]

Why? [She lifts her head, so she can press a kiss to the tip of his nose. The way she's smiling, she's so bemused but also charmed by the fact he's just asked her if she can wait a week.]

If I can't wait, are you going to tell me no if I try getting you to touch me?

[Because a week is a long time when you're newly resurrected and no longer a virgin, and are insanely in love with the boyfriend that brought you back to life. She thinks he'll get it.]

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