[ Eddie can't help but feel a little proud of himself. As Hawkins resident drug dealer, it is ultimately his responsibility to make sure his customers have a good time. Of course, Chrissy, is far more than a customer, and as such he had put far more effort in making sure everything was just right for her. He's managed to succeed, not that he really had any doubt. But it's nice to know she's enjoying herself. Real nice. ]
Perfect. [ Eddie drawls out, his words hanging slow and heavy in the air. He's already tugging her onto his lap, needing her nice and close. His arms wind carefully around her, pulling her close as he meets her kiss. ] And speaking of, fuck, have I mentioned you look perfect tonight?
[ It's corny, but they're far passed caring about what is or isn't corny. All that matters is he has her in his lap, they're both the perfect amount of high, and his lips are back on hers again. ]
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Perfect. [ Eddie drawls out, his words hanging slow and heavy in the air. He's already tugging her onto his lap, needing her nice and close. His arms wind carefully around her, pulling her close as he meets her kiss. ] And speaking of, fuck, have I mentioned you look perfect tonight?
[ It's corny, but they're far passed caring about what is or isn't corny. All that matters is he has her in his lap, they're both the perfect amount of high, and his lips are back on hers again. ]