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[Hayrides and pumpkin patches stopped being cool years ago, but Chissy's secretly always enjoyed going. The fact that Eddie also seems into the idea is an absolute delight. And whether or not he actually enjoys carving pumpkins or he's just doing it because she wants to doesn't really matter to her. All Chrissy cares about is that he's here with her and he's having a good time. They've gone on a hayride already, and they've stopped to take tons of pictures with little wooden Halloween standees the pumpkin patch has set up.

It's right on the cusp of nightfall, the two of them eagerly waiting for dark so they can go do the corn maze and make it extra creepy. The heat of summer has already given away to a chilly fall, and rather than pair her outfit with a jacket, she's opted to wear one of his flannels instead. It's not quite warm enough still, so Chrissy takes great pleasure in cuddling in close to Eddie so his arm has to be around her. They walk like that up and down the lantern lit aisles of pumpkins. Her arm is around his back, hand tucked nicely into the back pocket of his jeans. If he minds it, he doesn't say anything to her. He just leads the way around, until Chrissy shows any sign of wanting to stop and look closer at a pumpkin.

Which she does now, gasping and pulling away from him to hurry over toward a gigantic pumpkin at the end of the row. She actually tries picking it up with both hands, laughing as she realizes quickly just how heavy it is.]

This one's perfect! Look at him!

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[ Eddie laughs at her little growl, though it twists into a contented sigh as she works at his neck. God, he doesn't think he'll ever be able to get enough of Chrissy Cunningham. He loops his arms lazily around her, doesn't make any move to stop her. That is, until a small group of teens come across them necking, who shriek and giggle before running away back into the maze. ]

Maybe you should dress up as a chihuahua and I'll be your chew toy.

[ It takes some effort, but Eddie pulls himself away from her. He's grinning down at her as he brushes hair from her from her face, plants a kiss to her forehead. ]

Come on, let's get out of this maze. I want hot chocolate.

[ Eddie crouches down, motions for Chrissy to sit on his shoulders. He waits until she's settled on his shoulders before he stands, the both of them giggling. With her on his shoulders and now above the height of the corn stalks, it's fairly easy for them to navigate their way out. He doesn't let her down even as they emerge from the maze, carries her across the fair until they're at one of the food booths. Only then does Eddie finally relent and let her down. ]

You hungry? [ It's a sort of rhetorical question as they get in line, because Eddie is already scanning the menu. ] I'm thinking funnel cake is a must.

[Chrissy weighs next to nothing, but she still is a little self-conscious when he first scoops her up and puts her on his shoulders. She's worried about being too heavy and hurting him, but eventually she relaxes and winds up giggling and enjoying the ride.

When he sets her down on her own feet though, the smile fades, and she suddenly finds picking at her skirt incredibly fascinating. A funnel cake doesn't sound particularly good for her hips, but the fact that they're sharing it makes her more at ease.]

I've never had one before.

[Which probably isn't a surprise. Still, she blushes and shrugs like he might tease her for it. He won't, Eddie never teases her with things he knows she's insecure about.]

But I think tonight's the perfect night to share one. Hot chocolate sounds really good too actually.

Oh, you're gonna love it.

[ Eddie thinks that she's perfect the way she is, but he can't imagine her any way that he wouldn't love. She could probably stand to put on a little weight, though that's not something he's about to voice out loud. It's easier just to encourage her to eat what she wants, to embrace the fact that weight means so little. Life is supposed to be about finding happiness, and sometimes, that happiness is food. Especially when that food is funnel cake.

By the time they get to the front of the line, Eddie's appetite has grown tremendously. On top of the aforementioned hot chocolates and funnel cake, he also orders them a bag of popcorn, a pair of corn dogs, and a basket of fries. He lets Chrissy be in charge of the drinks, and balances everything else in his arms. They make their way over to a nearby picnic table and Eddie spreads out their bounty before settling down. He wastes no time going in on the popcorn, grins at her between mouthfuls. ]

Fair food is seriously the best. [ And he really means that. ] What do you wanna do after this? I think there's a haunted house, or we could check out the vendors area. I'm not opposed to getting my face painted, either.

[Chrissy stares out at the spread of food, eyes wide at first as she tries to decide where to start. It's the fries that she starts out with, but she quickly takes hold of a corn dog to try that too. The sound she makes the second the first bite goes down is total bliss. ]

I really wanted to do the haunted house. But I want to eat all of this first.

[She takes another bite of the corn dog, grinning after she chews and swallows. It's good, so much so that she reaches over to tear off a piece of the funnel cake. And if she thought a corn dog was good?

Well, the sweetness of the funnel cake makes her grin and dramatically slouch down in her seat. All of this junk food is awful for her, but it doesn't matter as much when Eddie's enjoying it along with her.]

What would you even want to get painted on your face?

[She points her half eaten corn dog at him as she asks.]

Go for it, we still have plenty of time.

[ That much is true, and, well, he loves to see her eat. Not in a weird way, but by now he knows the whole deal with her mother, her weight, the past frequent trips to the bathroom. Eddie still can't wrap his head around the idea, but what he knows is seeing her just being able to enjoy food practically breaks his heart. She deserves every corn dog, every handful of popcorn or sip of a milkshake.

Eddie sets about tearing into his own corn dog, and yeah, it's great. It's made all the more enjoyable by the crisp autumn air, the background noises of rides and peals of laughter from fairgoers. This is the sort of moment he wishes he could save in a bottle, free and easy. The sort of moment he wants to make sure she is constantly experiencing. ]

Mm... dunno. [ He answers through a mouthful of food, not exactly minding his manners. ] Could go all school pride and get a tiger done. Or maybe I'd make a good spiderman.

[Eddie talking with food in his mouth makes her take pause and smile, amused by his antics. She really enjoys how easygoing he is in all aspects of life, manners not really a thing she has to worry about around him. It makes her feel at ease when she takes a big bite from her corn dog and winds up getting a little ketchup at the corner of her mouth.]

Spiderman, really?

[Her nose scrunches up as she shakes her head.]

I think we should both be tigers! We can see which one of us has the best roar.

[By this point her corn dog is set aside, and she's able to raise both hands and make them into a claw gesture, which she moves through the air as she does her best pantomime of a roar. She's not ridiculous enough to actually roar out loud. But if her face was painted like a tiger right now?

She totally would.]

What? Spiderman is badass.

[ Eddie punctuates his point by jabbing a fry in her direction, before popping it into his mouth. He's only just swallowed it down when she does that silly claw thing, and thank goodness, because he might have choked. Instead, he tips his head back to let out a loud belly laugh. Who ever would have guessed that the Queen of Hawkins High is a huge dork? And she's all his. ][ He licks his thumb before reaching across the table to wipe the bit of ketchup away. Eddie feels in shame in then popping his thumb into his mouth to lick it clean. It's a moment that is both so silly and so tender, the affection on his face bright and blaring like a Vegas strip sign. Chrissy could have suggested they both be fairy princesses and he would have no choice but to comply.

Once they've demolished the small mountain of junk food, they make their way hand in hand towards the face painting booth. The majority of the people in line are children, but there are a few of their fellow teenagers scattered throughout. Once they finally make their way to the front of the line, Eddie gestures for her to step right up. ]

Ladies first.

[Chrissy doesn't insist that he go ahead of her. She's used to him being a gentleman when it comes to her (at least when they're out in public) and she presses a kiss to his cheek before she hurries over to sit in the artist's chair. And she is very proud to ask for tiger face paint, and sits perfectly still while her face is done up.

When it's done, she takes her time admiring herself in the handheld mirror that's passed off to her while Eddie takes his turn. It's childish and silly, but she thinks she looks really cute. And it's fun, something two teenagers should be allowed to have without the adults of Hawkins walking by and making snide comments.

By the time he's done, some of the kids in line are excited by the fact one of the high school cheerleaders has her face painted like a tiger, and she managed to talk a high school boy into getting a tiger paint job too. All of a sudden, there's a chorus of kid voices calling out for tigers. It makes Chrissy laugh and grin, and she takes hold of Eddie's hand as she pulls him off toward the haunted house area with a playful growl.]

I think all of those kids thought you were the coolest guy ever.

[Which he is, in her eyes. But the people they go to school with see things a little differently. Eddie's not used to being the coolest guy in the room, but for a shining moment, he was the king of that face painting tent and every kid in line wanted to be him.]

But you know what, Eddie Munson? I think you owe me a roar.

[ Really, Eddie has done a great many dorky and unusual things in public, long before he ever thought about Chrissy on a regular basis. Compared to jumping on tables in the cafeteria, getting his face painted up to match his girlfriend's is child's play. Eddie has to have his hair pulled back, receives a borrowed scrunchy from Chrissy to tie it up into a messy bun. When the artist is finished, he's got a mirrored tigers face painted over his, whiskers and all. ]

And they would be right.

[ Leave it to Chrissy to manage to convince half the line to also get tigers painted on their faces. She has more power than she realizes, a way of persuading people without them even being aware of it. Eddie should know. He hops out of the chair and lets her lead the way towards the haunted house, before she's asking for his roar. ]

Suppose I do.

[ And that's all the encouragement he needs, because Eddie is all to eager to hop into a low, crouched stance, lets out his best roar in the direction of the nearest passerbys. The group is mostly children, and so they squeal and laugh and flee from him, and Eddie looks quite pleased as he returns himself upright. ]

Forget lions, I think I might be the king of the jungle.

[Chrissy's giggling so hard she has to cover her mouth with both hands, though she's mindful not to smudge her face paint. She gets Eddie to do his best roar one more time with her, and this time they get a group of kids to burst out into louder squeals and laughter.

She looks pretty pleased with herself as they watch the kids run away, and Chrissy glances over at him while she's still mid-tiger pose, claws held up in the air.]

Baby, you're always the king of my jungle.

[She can just imagine how he'll groan and tell her never to say anything that cheesy again, knowing full well she's going to. They're both always doing whatever they can to make the other smile and laugh. And she thinks it's because of that her parents finally seem to be on board with her dating Eddie.

He started out as "that boy". Then became "The Munson Boy". Her father won't ever call him anything other than Mr. Munson, like he's some kind of comedian. But Laura Cunningham at least now calls him Edward, like calling him by a proper full name is more tasteful to her than suffering through calling him Eddie. Chrissy's just glad her mother calls him something respectful. It means she's far less likely to be lecturing her later when some of the moms here tonight let her know that Chrissy was acting immature and being ridiculous.

There's another roar from her as she takes a leap at Eddie's direction, figuring he'll catch her and scoop her up. They're not far off from the haunted house, and she can't think of any better way to wait in line than being wrapped up in his arms, with him pressed in close behind her.]

And you'll always be my queen.

[ There's something undeniably silly about all of it, but Eddie loves every moment of it. Both of them in face paints, scaring and delighting kids in equal measure-- this is the perfect sort of night. Chrissy has always felt perfect for him, the missing puzzle piece that fits so perfectly against his unusual edges. He's even managed to slowly wear down her parents into coming around to him, a feat that seems almost Herculean.

And yeah, they'll make their way to the haunted house... eventually. They can hit up the rest of the fair in good time, but right now she's leaping towards hi, and Eddie is all too happy to catch her in his arms. Right now, he wants more than just being wrapped up together in line, and so he tugs her into the shadows, steals kisses that are far from family friendly. ]

You might be the sexiest tiger I've ever seen.

[ Eddie chuckles as he says it, low and mischievous. His hands are already beginning to wander, over his shoulders and down her sides, as he presses closer against her. ]

Do you mind a little break from the excitement?

Here? Really?

[She sounds breathless and near scandalized as she says it, but she's smiling and doesn't seem against the idea. Chrissy doesn't move away from his wandering hands. Instead she smiles and laughs, giving a small nod of her head to signal for him to continue.]

But we have to be so quiet, baby.

[That's a joke. She doesn't care if anyone catches a glimpse of them or knows they're fooling around in one of the dark hidden corners of the fairgrounds. But it adds to the fun to see how quiet they can be.

Her fingers curl against his belt as she grabs hold and tugs him in flush against her. She can feel him so well this way, inspiring her to steal kisses that are needy and wanting.]

As long as you don't mind.

[ Because if she did, Eddie would have no problem with breaking apart, with slipping back into the crowd and going about their fair activities. No matter what, he puts her comfort ahead of everything else. But it seems like she's on the same page tonight, is just as eager to slip away into the darkness as he is. ]

You're the one that's gonna need to be quiet.

[ He says with a low chuckle as her fingers curl around his belt, pulling the two of them flush together. Eddie wraps one arm around her shoulders while his other hand drifts lower, rubs at her through her jeans. They're not far from the rest of the fairgoers, but it feels like they've slipped away into their own private world. ]

Just tell me if you need me to stop.

[ Though he hopes it doesn't come to that. Eddie thumbs over the button of her jeans, releases it and pulls the zipper down with little resistance. His fingers slip happily between the fabric, dip beneath her panties so he can feel her properly. ]

Why would I —

[She's cut off with a soft gasp as Eddie gets her jeans undone and his fingers are able to delve in close against her. Even his touch through the thin fabric of her panties is enough to make her have to bite at her lip, because he's right. She's the one that's going to need to be quiet.]

Eddie.

[His name comes out almost sounding like a scolding warning, but he should be able to hear the hiss in her voice that means she definitely likes this very much. Chrissy is a sweet girl, and everyone in town thinks she's completely innocent. It's part of what makes them such an odd couple to the rest of Hawkins. And yeah, maybe he's corrupted her a little. But all Eddie's ever done is open up her eyes to the wonders of sex, and tapped into the carnal appetite that was already laying dormant within her. It's not either of their fault that they both have a healthy hunger for one another, and are both incredibly responsive to every little thing that they do.

Apparently, even fooling around in a semi-public place does it for her. Her legs part a little more for him, and her fingers curl around his wrist just so she can have a part of him to hold onto as he keeps going.]

I don't want you to stop.

[Just in case he's thinking she might, she corrects him immediately. While his fingers touch at her beneath her panties she sighs contently in order to keep from groaning, and she waits for him to dip his head and lean in before she hungrily kisses him. He swallows down any further sound she makes as their tongues meet, his fingers continuing to touch and tease at her.

This is definitely the most daring they've ever been, but she thinks this is absolutely perfect. Just because they're both in tiger face paint and anyone could stumble upon them doesn't mean he can't have his way with her. ]

[ It's surprisingly easy for them to disappear into the darkness, even though they're only a few steps away from one of the paths through the fair. Everyone is lost in their own worlds tonight, and that does them a great service. Even when they both look objectively ridiculous, Eddie still can't manage to keep his hands off her. Maybe it's the fact that it's something so silly, so easy and carefree, that's gotten him going.

Whatever the reason, all that matters is he's got Chrissy wrapped up against him, one hand vanished beneath her jeans. He chuckles quietly, lets his fingers move teasingly against her. They don't have all the time in the world, even when they've all but disappeared into the darkness. Better not to press their luck. ]

You've got it. [ He manages to get out before her lips are on him, and he returns her kisses with equal fervor. This isn't doing any favors for their paint jobs, but that's the furthest thing from his mind. He lets his fingers slip beneath the waistband of her panties, shivers a little at the feel of how wet she already is. ] Jesus, baby.

[ Eddie pulls back, just enough to speak, before turning his attention towards her neck. He's not paying much mind for the marks he's leaving, using them as something of a distraction as he slips two fingers inside her. ]

[She's suddenly grateful for the fact her face paint is so over the top, because it's masking her blush pretty well. They've fooled around enough to not really be embarrassed by anything, but doing this somewhere relatively risky is new. His fingers touch at how wet she is and she shivers along with him, her hand gripping hold of his wrist hard enough that her fingernails are digging into him. Her lips part as she exhales, long and shaky and trailing off into a soft groan.

Jesus baby, indeed. She could say the same thing to him right now, with the way he's leaving marks along her neck as he presses two fingers inside her. As much as Eddie loves getting off, he's always far more focused on her pleasure, and she has to bite at her lip as he sets into a rhythm that leaves her legs shaking and hre hips rocking and grinding against his hand. It's shameful, and she's pretty sure the entire town would be scandalized if they knew a sweet girl like her enjoyed Eddie Munson's fingers coaxing her to climax as much as she does.

It's an addiction, she thinks. One she doesn't want a cure for.]

Eddie, please. [She begs in a whimper as he really gets her going, and she very nearly has to make her lip bleed with how hard her teeth press down against it to try and stay quiet.]

Quiet, darling. [ Eddie murmurs warmly into her ear, before biting at the ivory skin where her jaw and neck meet. ] Wouldn't want the whole town hearing you.

[ Of course, the risk adds a whole layer of fun to things. This isn't the first time they've fooled around somewhere they could get caught, though it's certainly the most populated. But tucked away like they are, and with the plenty of distractions to prevent them being stumbled upon, he feels fairly safe. Actually getting caught is not something he would ever want her to experience.

Meanwhile, he keeps up his work as his fingers move inside her, shifting his hand slightly so that his thumb can rub slowly over her clit. This is the sort of encounter that calls for quick precision, and he's had enough practice by now to be able to deliver on that. Eddie presses himself closer to her, as though to shield her from the rest of the world, winding his free arm tightly around her. ]

You can come quietly, can't you baby?

[Her teeth press firm against her lower lip and she nods as if her life depends on it, like he might stop if she doesn't answer him. Eddie's never cruel, but he can be fond of teasing her. And right now, he's doing plenty to get her even more worked up. He knows exactly how to touch her by now, and he plays her body with the same expertise he does his guitar.

By the time her legs are shaking and she's having to cover her mouth with her hand to stay quiet, it feels like her eyes might actually roll back into her head. This is fast and sloppy, but it feels so damn good that her toes are actually curling in her shoes. She quietly comes, trembling up against him as he works her through her peak. Her fingers curl around his wrist and gently try to pry his fingers off of and out of her as the high gives way to sensitivity, and she's dangerously close to whimpering because of it.]

Oh my gosh. [She breathes out, laughing softly. Her lips seek out his in a sweet kiss, lingering a little as she tries to quickly straighten herself up.]

I can't believe I let you do that!

[It's a lie. Of course she can believe it.]

[ Oh, fuck. Maybe Eddie should have thought this through, because the sight of her writhing against him, the way she has to clamp a hand over her mouth to keep from crying out-- he wants her so badly in that moment. Eddie takes a breath, has to steady himself despite the fact that he was the one to get her off. As hot as it had all been, he's only half hard, and he needs to settle himself down at least long enough for them to get home.

Eddie chuckles quietly, carefully withdrawing his hand and taking care in zipping her jeans back up, buttoning them closed. It's only then, after their kiss breaks off, that he notices the disaster of face paint on her face. Now it's his turn to clamp a hand over his face (yes, the one that had just been inside of her, so what) to keep from howling with laughter. ]

I bring out your wild side, I guess. Now tell me, does my face look as fucked up as yours?

[She hits at his chest, laughing and rolling her eyes. She's smirking as she does, so it's not like there's really any annoyance there.]

Yeah, yours is really smudged and a mess. Maybe we should've saved getting our faces painted for the end of the night.

[Chrissy steals another kiss, nipping at his lower lip as she pulls back. Both of her hands are against his chest, though they slowly travel downward so her fingers can curl into his belt loops.]

Are you ready to head out of here? [Meaning: does he want to pick up their pumpkins and get to his van so they can fool around some more?]

Or are you okay to stay a couple more hours?

[As her hand slips down the front of his jeans, she palms at him to check and see how hard he is. It doesn't feel like he's in any pressing need of attention, but she'll follow his lead here.]

That wouldn't been smart, huh?

[ Eddie laughs as he raises an arm to his face, uses his sleeve to wipe away as much of the paint as he can. Then he turns the same attention to her, manages to get the both of them relatively clean faced. Eddie peppers her with kisses, takes a moment to just hold her. Whatever sweetness he had intended is cut short by the way her hand presses against him, and he has to bite down hard on his lip. ]

There's still a lot of the fair to see. [ He says with a hitched breath, as his hips twitch against her. It is so, so, so tempting to just head back to the van, and Eddie considers it for a good long moment. But for as tempting as the idea is, something about continuing through the fair manages to be more appealing. ] Think I still need to win you a big teddy bear or something.

[She tells herself that she's not five and teddy bears are childish. That she doesn't need one. But it's hard to keep her face from lighting up with an eager smile at the mention of him winning her a big teddy bear. There's a bounce to things as she wraps her arms around him, pulling herself in so close that she has to press her chin against his chest so she can look up at his face.]

You'll win me something? Really?

[It sounds like she thinks he's hung every star in the sky for her. Something so simple means a lot to her, and she almost feels foolish for being so genuinely pleased.]

Let's see the rest of the fair, because I don't know how long I'll be able to keep my hands off of you if you actually win me something.

'Course I will.

[ Eddie says with all his 'hopelessly in love with girlfriend' bravado. The way that she looks up at him has a direct line to his heart, and he is determined then ever to win her the biggest, goofiest, stuffed animal they can find. They share one last sweet kiss before he slings an arm around her shoulders and guides them back into the fair.

They meander their way towards the Midway, a long stretch of all sorts of games. Bells clang and lights flash from the booths, as they watch cash and stuffed animals change hands as people win and lose. ]

What do you think? [ Eddie asks as he scans the different games. ] Anything catch your eye?

Hmm...

[Chrissy really takes her time looking around. Never before has a decision felt as important as this one. She's grown up coming to this exact fair and losing tons of money on the games at the midway. So she has to really pick the perfect game.

But the more she looks around, the less she cares about the game, and the more she cares about the stuffed animals themselves. And when her eyes finally settle on a giant black and red dragon, she gasps. One arm extends as she bounces in excitement, and she points over toward her chosen prize.]

That one over there! He looks just like you.

[You know, with all the black and red and...well, if Eddie Munson was a dragon, she imagines he'd be that cute and cuddly. She's giggling and all smiles as she practically rushes over toward the game booth, her hand in his so she can drag him along with her.

She's only a little dismayed when they get there and she sees the game is one of those tossing a ring onto a glass bottle games. No one ever wins these, as far as she's seen.]

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