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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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Chrissy?

[ Eddie sits stunned for a moment, blinks stupidly as he watches her rush towards the bathroom. It's the sound of vomiting that gets him up and off his feet, rushing after her into the bathroom. He thinks he's ready for what he's going to see when he flings open the door, but there's nothing that could have prepared him for this. His eyes go wide, flicking between the dirt in the sink and Chrissy, hunched over and vomiting. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.

He says nothing as he grabs the small trashcan in the bathroom, holding it beneath Chrissy as she continues to vomit up dirt. Eddie helps ease her to the floor, keeps one arm wrapped around her shoulders. The sight is enough to make his own stomach turn, the gas station snacks threatening to make their own reappearance. But he swallows hard, fights to keep his composure. ]

You're okay, I've got you. [ He says softly. She might not even hear him over her own retching. It seems like an eternity has passed when she finally goes still, when the dry heaving turns into a hoarse coughing. Eddie doesn't even know what to say, his face gone pale. ] I'm so sorry. This is all my fault.

I'm sorry. [Her voice is rough, and she leans up against him with a soft groan. It feels like that had lasted forever, and now she's too exhausted to put up a fight about sleeping. There's still the fear of her closing her eyes and never waking up again, but it's pretty obvious now that she didn't come back right.

Or maybe she had, and this is just the way things are.]

I know you wanted me to be the same as I used to be, but I think I'm defective or something. I came back all wrong.

[She won't blame him if he doesn't ever want to kiss or touch her again.]

You don't have to apologize.

[ Eddie turns his head to press a kiss into Chrissy's hair. She's only going through all of this because of him, so if anything, he's the one that owes apology after apology. Once he's sure she's finished, Eddie stands, goes to the counter and fumbles with a cup wrapped in plastic. He fills it with water, carefully avoiding the dirt that fills the sink, before returning to sit beside her. Eddie lifts it to her lips, carefully helps her drink. ]

You came back perfect. [ He says softly once she's finished, brushing her bangs from her eyes. ] And maybe... well, maybe we can find someone who knows about this kind of stuff. The bringing the dead back to life stuff, I mean. There have to be people out there who-- who know about this kind of thing. That can work out the kinks.

I don't want you to feel guilty for saving me.

[She whispers, before greedily drinking as much water as she can. She's absolutely parched, and it doesn't feel like there's enough water in the world to make her feel hydrated. But he's helping her drink, and he's doing a good job of comforting her. The idea that there's people out there that can help them gives her hope. Even if she's wrong now, she doesn't always have to be.

Eventually, she'll be good enough for him. She'll be someone worthy of a guy as devoted and good as he is.]

Maybe after the beach, we can try finding them. I really want to see the ocean.

Sure, beach first, spooky witches later.

[ He's trying to lighten the mood, but that's sort of of tough to do when his now girlfriend has just been vomiting up dirt. Chrissy seems a little better once she's gotten all out of her system and had some water. He helps her up off the floor, keeps a close hold her as he guides her back towards the bed. Eddie smiles as he helps her into bed, leans down to kiss her as he tucks the blankets around her. ]

I'll be right back.

[ He returns to the bathroom, tired as he is, to clean up the mess she's left behind. It's strange, because it's all dirt and soil, no actual vomit or stomach bile. At least that makes it easy to clean up. He scoops all the dirt he can into the trashcan, washing the last dregs of soil down the drain. Eddie takes a few extra minutes to scrub his hands clean before he returns. He kicks out of his jeans, leaves everything else where it is before crawling into bed beside her. ]

You feeling okay now?

[In the time that he's gone, she strips out of the hoodie and everything else, and is just left in the t-shirt he's given her. She finds it amusing that she's wearing his old boxers, and makes a mental note that they need to go shopping sooner rather than later to get her some things. But there's not an underlying urgency to it. In fact, when she clutches his hoodie close to her chest and dips her head down to sniff at it, the smell of him is so overwhelmingly comforting that she almost wants to roll all over it so his scent is on her too.

It's such a primal and almost animalistic thought that shame floods her, and she carefully tucks the hoodie away on a nearby chair so she won't be tempted further. She keeps glancing over at it though, and finding that she's anxious because he's not right there with her. Hearing the water running, she figures he's cleaning up. He doesn't keep her waiting for long though, and soon he's joining her in bed.]

I'm feeling better, yeah. [Which is the honest truth, and she snuggles in close to rest her head on his chest. Her ear is pressed against his heart, and the sound of his heart steadily beating comforts her further.]

Are you sure you don't think I'm weird or gross or anything?

No, you're not weird or gross.

[ Because yeah, her throwing up dirt is definitely both weird and gross, but that doesn't mean she is. All he wants right now is to make her comfortable, no matter what has just happened. Instead he pulls her close, holds her and breathe in the scent of her. There's the distinctive scent of girl, shampoo and lotion, but also fresh turned earth. And if he's being honest, he likes the smell, finds it just as pleasant as the rest of her. ]

I know... I know all of this is weird. [ Weird doesn't even begin to cover it, but it's a good verbal bandage for now. And really, he doesn't care. He doesn't care if she throws up dirt, or bugs, or snails. He loves her, so deeply. ] But I'm here with you, through all of this. Whatever happens.

[She hums in contentment, her hand slipping beneath his shirt to press against his stomach. Rubbing her palm in small circles, she smiles sleepily at the feel of him. It almost puts her in a trance, and she's quiet for a while as she just enjoys cuddling with him.]

I love you, Eddie. So much.

[She's unaware of the fact that his bringing her back has created a tether between them, a string of fate that binds them together. She cares about him on her own, of course, but his act of resurrecting her has amplified her feelings into something that feels like it might consume her. And with her head against his heart and her hand against his stomach, she feels so connected to him that she's genuinely happy.

There's ways to be closer to him, she knows. But isn't sure it's right of her to try for that when she was just throwing up dirt.]

And if you don't think I'm weird or gross, then maybe sometime can we...

[She hesitates, some of her girlish shyness from her previous life slipping back in.]

You know. Be closer?

I love you too, Chrissy. More than anything.

[ That much he can say with confidence. There is no one on Earth he would have gone through all of this for but her. Sure it's strange, usual, a blatant defiance of the laws of nature-- but for her, Eddie could give less than a single fuck about all of that. She's alive now, and they'll figure out together how to make that as painless as possible. ]

Oh? [ He needs a moment them because yes, that is the natural conclusion of things. And he's thought about it before now, before anything weird and twisted have ever plagued the two of them. ] Yeah, I-- I really want that, Chrissy.

[ And he feels a little bit embarrassed, because even though he's just seen her spewing up dirt, he would still be more than willing to-- well. But he knows he needs to give her time, that she's going through so much more than he could ever understand. ]

How about we sleep now? It's been a long night. And in the morning, if you want, I'd love to... be closer.

Yeah, okay.

[She agrees, managing a soft yawn. Her hand doesn't move from his stomach, enjoying the feeling of his warm skin against her too much. It doesn't take long before she's lulled to sleep by the sound of his heartbeat, Chrissy's body needing some time to recover from the day's events. Her dreams are gentle and sweet, no nightmares to haunt her.

She's peaceful enough that she sleeps well into the next morning, unaware that she's shifted to practically lay on top of him in an attempt to seek out body heat to stay warm. Both of her hands have wedged up beneath his shirt, and it's pushed up far enough that her cheek is resting against bare skin. Even with as tiny as she is, she's a dead weight as she sleeps.

Stirring when he begins to move, she blearily blinks awake and lifts her head to look down at him.]

Eddie. [She whispers his name, nuzzling and nudging her way to press her face against the curve of his neck. Inhaling the scent of him makes her shiver a little, and she's smiling as she peppers his face with kisses. After resting, she feels a lot more like herself. It still feels like she can't seem to get close enough to him, but this is good. It's warm and she's happy, and she really can't ask for more than that.]

Eddie, wake up. Sunlight is coming through the curtains.

[ Eddie wants to stay up and make sure she falls asleep, but he's out almost the moment his head hits the pillow. Exhausted doesn't even begin to cover it, after the night they've had. His dreams are blissfully peaceful, calm and tranquil. It's nothing that lingers long in his memory as he stirs awake. In the first few minutes, he can even forget just how they got here, why she's even here at all. He can just-- exist with her. ]

Hm? [ Her words take a moment to sink into his groggy brain. He yawns, stretching a little beneath her but making no move to pull her off. He quite likes this morning affection. ] Morning already?

How're you feeling?

[The question seems to throw her off. Not because she isn't expecting him to ask, but because she feels fine. Everything from the night before is just a distant memory now, and almost feels fuzzy enough that she's convinced herself that maybe it isn't even real. There's no way she was doubled over in pain, throwing up dirt.

Not a chance it could happen.]

I feel... [She hesitates in answering him right away though, wanting to make sure it's the right answer. It's not like Eddie would put her to the test just to see what she says, he genuinely wants to know. There is no wrong answer here. So she just smiles and shrugs, deciding more affection and cuddling is the way to go here.]

I feel warm when we lay like this. Happy.

[She pauses, her kisses working along his jawline and down his neck.]

I feel better after sleeping.

[The words are whispered against his skin, her breath hot against him.]

[ For a moment, Eddie is concerned. He thinks she might tell him she's had nightmares, or that she feels disconnected to the real world but-- she's fine. She's feeling alright. Warm. Happy. Better. And she's also kissing him, pressing herself close, and yeah, that's pretty nice too. It makes his heart ache in the best possible way, makes him want to add several more days to their hotel stay. If they really wanted, they could ignore the real world and stay like this forever. ]

That's great, Chrissy.

[ There's so much heart in his response, makes every inch of him feel nothing but delighted. She just looks so... so happy, so at peace, and for however long this might last, he wants to take full of advantage. So Eddie gets himself awake in a hurry, stretches so he can find her lips with his own. He kisses her in the hungry, desperate way he's been wanting to, pulling her as close as he can manage. ]

You know... [ He pulls back for breath and to speak, looking a little shy, and a little sly. ] We don't have to get back on the road today.

[That look on his face makes her laugh, and she nuzzles her face in close against his neck once again. She can't get enough of how warm he is. It's like he's able to make her feel warm and human. She's addicted to the feel of him against her.]

You did say we could be closer today if I still wanted to.

[She reminds him, teeth grazing against his skin as she shifts to sit up a little and peer down at him. The look on her face is one of pure love. He's done everything in his power to bring her back, and she's only here right now because of him.]

Are you sure you want to, though? I mean, I was throwing up dirt last night.

[She pauses, face contorting into confusion as she tries to remember if that was real or not.]

Right?

[ That's about all he needs to hear before he upends the two of them, throws his weight around so he can flip them over. Eddie is grinning as they move, with him on top now, pressing Chrissy down into the bed. Yeah, he had just seen throw up dirt last night. But he had also seen her as a ghost, had torn himself open to bring her back. Now, when she's looking at him with that big, wide eyed expression that hints at wanting-- there's really no question now. ]

More than sure.

[ Eddie dips his head, returns the favor as he sets his own mouth to work at her neck. She's very much real, alive, warm, and he's all too eager to get a real taste of her. Eddie bites and sucks a line along the curve of her neck, leaves a trail of purpling hickeys in his wake. ]

You're so-- fuck, Chrissy-- [ He lifts his head, takes a moment to press a kiss to the soft spot behind her ear. ] You're so beautiful. You always have been, always will be. I want you, however you are. Always.

[Chrissy blinks up at him as he flips them over, taken by surprise with how agile he can be when he puts his mind to it. It isn't long before she's warmly smiling, though that quickly contorts into something else entirely as her lips part and she gasps. His lips find her neck, and her hand tangles in his hair to try and keep him held tight against her. She's so sensitive to his touch, even more than she had been before dying.

Maybe his bringing her back has made it so she's even more perfect for him, she thinks. They're so attuned that even a soft kiss behind her ear makes her shiver and shakily exhale.]

You have me.

[She promises him, words barely a breathy sigh as she tries to guide his head to lift enough that he can meet her eye.]

It's just different now than it was before. I feel everything...so much more than I did before.

[Really, she either feels things abundantly, or not at all. But that's not what she wants to be thinking about right now. She'd rather focus on the way her legs part for him, and how perfectly his body fits between them. She focuses on how wet she is already, just from sheer want alone. And more than anything, she focuses on how addicted to him she is. How much she loves him, how devoted she is to him. That feeling's been amplified too.]

And I just want to feel all of you. Please?

[Her hand moves to his hip, fingers curling against the waistband of his boxers. They really need to go.]

Different, hm?

[ That makes him... nervous isn't the right word, though he is nervous. He can't begin to understand what she's feeling right now, newly alive. He wants so badly to be able to make her feel good, not just physically (though definitely a lot physically) but emotionally as well. It's all further complicated by the fact that he's-- well, he's done plenty, rounded most of the bases. He's just never-- and now-- oh, fuck. ]

Chrissy, I-- I should tell you. [ One hand moves between her legs, presses against the wetness he can feel through her panties. ] I'm... I mean. If I seem a little nervous at any point it's... [ He trails off, a hot flush spreading across his face. Even as he sees so nervous and unsure, he pushes aside the cotton of her panties to press a finger inside her, quickly followed by a second. ] It's my first time, I mean.

[ It takes a lot to force the words out, his face bright red at this point. Maybe in other circumstances he wouldn't have mentioned it, but he doesn't want her to think anything is because of her recent resurrection. It doesn't bother him that she was only just recently dead, that she was throwing up dirt last night. He just doesn't want to disappoint her. ]

[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.

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