you are my sun, my moon

[gygaxed]

[ When he hears Chrissy singing along, it about breaks his heart. To be able to see her so free and easy, singing a love song while pressed against his chest, he wonders how anyone could ever have looked at her and decided to treat her poorly. But he's here now, they're together now, and for he swears to himself in that moment that she'll never go another day without being reminded of how wonderful she is.

Even though the music is not to his taste, it's easy to get lost in it. He doesn't notice any looks, doesn't even realize that multiple songs have played. Despite his outward appearance and eclectic tastes, he's always been soft at the center. Chrissy is just the one who can bring that softness to the surface. Then the tempo changes and Chrissy is pulling him towards the pool table and the spell is broken. Despite that, the magic lingers. He looks lovestruck as she pulls him across the bar, and it's only when she speaks that he finally starts to come back down to reality. ]

Of course I do. [ He grins at her, already reaching to grab a pool cue and spin it between his hands. He's been playing for years, and is pretty damn good. ] I can teach you, if you want.

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[cheerleader]

[Her eyebrows arch a little as she watches him spin the cue like he's an expert. Of course he'd know how to play well enough to teach her. It feels like he teaches her so much, but he always seems so eager to do it. She's smiling when she grabs a cue of her own, and fumbles with it a bit before she tries spinning it like a baton.

Which is a mistake, given how long it is compared to an actual baton. She wallops herself in the side of the head and laughs as it crashes down to the floor. And oh, she could crouch to pick it up. But she's tipsy enough she thinks nothing of bending right over to grab it. Her already short dress rides up when she does, revealing her panties and her ass right to him.

But she gets both hands on the cue and picks it up, holding it close to her chest.]

You have to teach me. [Chrissy insists, smiling in that way he knows she can't say no to.] I bet I'll be pretty good at it.

[gygaxed]

[ Dead. She wants him dead. That can be the only explanation for why she bends over like that. The brief flash of her panties makes his heart seize up, as if he hasn't already seen her naked and moaning a dozen times over. It's just... innocent, in a public place, and it takes a minute for his brain to reboot after witnessing such a sight. He takes a step to stand behind her, to make sure that he is the only one that gets to witness such a sight. ]

You... [ He is momentarily breathless, moving closer to her to settle a hand on her hip. ] Yeah, I'll teach you.

[ It takes a minute for the blood to stop rushing to his groin and return to his brain. Once it has, he's moved back to the pool table, racking up the balls with nimble fingers. ]

Now the key to a good break, [ Eddie moves to the head of the table, lining up his shot. ] Is one quick strike.

[ The pool cue moves in flash, sending the multicolored balls spinning out from each other. They bounce against the sides of the table, but he doesn't manage to pocket any. Not the most impressive opener, but he thinks she might still be impressed by the spectacle of it all. ]

Your turn. Come here, I'll help you.

[cheerleader]

[She doesn't know enough about pool to realize it isn't an impressive opening shot. Besides that, the loud sound of the balls clacking together makes her jump and gasp, and she holds her own cue closer to her. Her jaw drops as all the colored balls go their separate ways, and she's absolutely clueless about where they should go.

So when they all stop rolling her face lights up with a smile and she tucks her cue into the crook of her arm so she can clap for him.

And then he goes and offers to help her with her turn, and she nearly trips over her cue trying to get over to him. So it's with embarrassed laughter that she goes over to put hers back on the rack. They can share.

She nearly skips her way over to him, ducking under his arm and pressing her backside right up against him. He'll have to maneuver her and put her into position, and now that he's concealing her body with his own she won't have to worry about rising up on her tiptoes and bending over while they play.]

I'm not really sure what the point of this game is. But maybe I'll be good enough we can have a little competition.

[gygaxed]

It's not that complicated.

[ As he guides Chrissy into the right position to take a shot, pool is one of the furthest things from his mind. If anything, he's trying to think whatever unsexy thoughts he can muster. Having her pressed against the pool table like this, while she remains so determined, that heart attack feeling rises up in him all over again. But they're in public, and as proud as he is to be seen with her, he's not trying to cross the border into obscene. But then she sends the cue ball off with a crack, and unlike him, actually manages to sink a shot. Beginner's luck. ]

There you go. [ Despite the fact that he's now technically losing, Eddie smiles as he watches the bright orange five ball roll into a corner pocket. ] Okay, so you're solids, and I'm stripes. You want to get all the solid colored balls into the pockets, before I get all the stripes. Once you've done that, you sink the eight ball-- [ He points to the solid black ball on the table. ] But if you sink it before then, you're fucked. Instant lose.

[cheerleader]

[Whether it's beginner's luck or actual skill, Chrissy has no idea. But she doesn't really care. She's just excited to have hit a ball at all. So she gives herself little squeal of excitement, and jumps up and down even while she's still tucked safely in his arms.

But oh, right. They're focused on a game. She knows that. Settling down quickly, she gives a very serious nod in response to his explanation.]

Instantly fucked. Got it.

[See? She's picked up the premise already.]

Do I get to go again since I'm the only one that got a ball in a pocket?

[Now she's just being a little shit. and he has to be able to see that, so she turns around in his arms, back pressed against the side of the pool table. Just so he can see her confident little smirk, one that's so pronounced she has dimples.]

[gygaxed]

Yep, it's your turn, sweetness.

[ He moves to stand over her, reaches to pinch her thigh. God, it's hard not to think about behind her over the pool table. No matter how many times they've taken each other on this little vacation, he doesn't think he'll ever get enough.

Eddie watches as she lines up her next shot, raises an eyebrow at the effortless way she strikes the cue ball. He is suddenly struck by the thought that he is getting hustled. ]

Chrissy Cunningham. [ He circles around her, hands in his pockets, eyeing her with suspicion. ] Are you sure you've never played pool before?

[cheerleader]

[As it turns out, she's incredibly good at feigning total innocence. Sure, she's sweet and pretty naive sometimes. And she still has an element of innocence to her, but she's definitely acting completely oblivious right now as she shrugs her shoulders.]

Where would I have played pool before?

[Now, she knows she could take the next shot on her own. But it would ruin the fun of having him teach her. He wouldn't press in close and help guide her hand if she did that.]

I think I need your help, just one more time. Promise.

[And once he gets back in behind her and she can feel him pressed in close, she smiles in satisfaction. She waits for him to help her with the positioning of the cue in her hands, even. And then she takes her turn, once again managing to hit a ball into a pocket. She manages to still look incredibly surprised that she's done it. What great beginner's luck she has! Really.]

[gygaxed]

[ For a moment his gaze lingers on her, eyes narrowing as he tries to determine if the innocence is genuine. But she speaks with such sweetness that it may as well turn him into a simpering idiot. If Chrissy tells him she doesn't know how to play, then that must be true. Besides, he's not going to argue to hard when he has the pleasure of "teaching" her. It means he once again gets to press up close behind her, makes an attempt at guiding her arms into position.

Whether she's pulling one over on him or not, god alive it is hot to watch her take her shot. Eddie presses a kiss to her neck before he straightens up, eyeing up the pool table. It could be beginner's luck. Maybe they should find out. ]

Shall we make our game a little more interesting? Put something on the line and see how your luck holds up?

[cheerleader]

[That kiss to her neck distracts her enough that she gives a genuine gasp before she straightens up and turns to face him. One eyebrow arches as she thinks over his proposition. There's a suspicion on her part that he realizes she's not as inexperienced as she's claiming. And really, whether or not he buys it doesn't matter. They're having fun, and this is a really great date night out.]

Oh, you're on. If I win, you have to do whatever I say when we get back to the cabin.

[And she'll let him decide what he gets if he wins, of course. She's not a bossy monster.]

[gygaxed]

[ Eddie mirrors her expression, still not quite sure if she's as inexperienced as she says. But also like her, he ultimately decides it doesn't matter terribly much. Besides, there's definitely something sexy about being hustled by your girlfriend at pool. ]

You're on, Cunningham. [ Even if he loses, doing whatever she says sounds pretty fun. Eddie gives her a wink before moving to reset their game. Best to start fresh and all. Definitely not because she's already got a lead on him in this one. Once he's got the balls reracked, he steps back, sweeping an arm in front for a dramatic bow. ] Ladies first.

[cheerleader]

[Her hand is balled up into a little fist, which she uses to cover her confident smirk. She's worn her hair down tonight, and winds up wrapping a few strands around her finger as she watches him rack the balls. His bow earns a laugh and an amused roll of her eyes.]

You've got it, Eddie.

[No matter how many times he calls her Cunningham, she can never bring herself to call him by his last name. It's what Jason and the other assholes in town called him, always saying it like the name Munson is filthy. She never wants him to be reminded of that time in his life, especially now that they're so far away from Hawkins and everything that's holding them back.

She gives a mock curtsy with her short little dress before taking the cue and getting into position. He's no longer behind her as she bends over the table and her dress rides up again. She's on her tiptoes, the tip of one sandal tapping against the dingy wood floor. She breaks the rack with a quick and smooth move, sending balls ricocheting across the table. A striped ball makes it into the pocket, and she looks pleased with herself.

The cue is held out for him to take.]

Your turn, baby.

[Yeah, he's definitely getting hustled right now.]

[gygaxed]

[ The fact that she never calls him by his last name is not lost on him. It does something to his heart, the way she can make just his name sound like the sweetest pet name. A dopey smile is plastered on his face as he watches her line up her first shot, and it has very little to do with how attractive she looks while doing so. He is so beyond hopelessly in love with her, and it's the greatest feeling in the world.

Of course she sinks a ball on her first shot, and something in his gut tells him he's about to get his ass beat-- figuratively, of course. That doesn't stop him from putting up a good fight. They trade back and forth, but Chrissy gets an early lead and Eddie can never quite edge her out. When she sinks the eight ball, he gives a dramatic groan of defeat. ]

You hustled me! [ His voice is mock accusatory. ] I trusted you and you hustled me!

[cheerleader]

[The rest of their brief break goes by peacefully. They're refreshed by the time they make their way back to camp to check in for the prep work needed for the second session. It's back to business right away, Chrissy pulled away by the female counselors to help prep food and the pantries at the canteen, and Eddie pulled away by the guys to go do minor repairs on all the cabins.

They sneak in time with one another in passing, their relationship not a secret to any of their fellow counselors. So they take no problem in kissing one another, even though they're both careful not to let things draw out. They work together on some cabin repairs, and helping prepare activities and equipment. By the time the next group of kids arrive, they're back in the swing of things. They hardly see each other, but that's okay. Their love is strong and secure enough they don't have to see each other all of the time.

Oh, they steal glances when they spot one another. And of course Chrissy can't resist blowing him a kiss or two here and there. She misses him, just the same as she knows he misses her. But their work here gives them purpose and keeps them busy.

Like with the last group of kids, Eddie is popular. The kids all adore him and flock to him naturally. She's got her fair share that seem to enjoy her company, and she always makes herself available for childhood romance drama and advice. She doesn't like to brag, but she thinks she braids hair the best, and her little gaggle of girls always look the most put together.

It isn't until a week into things that Chrissy sneaks into his cabin at night. She crawls into bed with him, silently curling up so he's the big spoon and his arms are around her. He knows she wouldn't be coming here unless she had something to talk to him about though, so after some kisses to the back of her neck and a few minutes of cuddling he pulls her out of bed and quietly leads her outside. ]

Everything's okay. [She sees that maybe he looks a little worried, and wants to reassure him of that.]

But I heard the kids talking about ghosts again tonight. And I thought maybe we could go investigate.

[Is it an excuse to spend time with him? Definitely.]

[gygaxed]

[ It's sort of fun, Eddie thinks, the way they can't be constantly joined at the hip. Of course, he wants her in every minute that he spends watching kids splash around in the lake, crying out "Mr Eddie, look what I can do!". But they've spent so much time together, that this forced separation stirs something up in him. Reminds him that he has to share Chrissy with the rest of the world, makes him treasure the moments they steal away all the more.

Ultimately, that will be what the rest of their lives are destined for. They'll one day find "real" and "adult" jobs, things that keep them away from each other for hours on end. This feels like the warm up for that next step. At least now, even though they're both busy, they can still see each other on a regular basis, even if it's mostly comprised of stolen glances across the the cafeteria, the lake, the athletic fields.

So when Chrissy finally finds time to slip into his bunk, he doesn't ask questions, only winds his limbs tightly around her. Eddie would be perfectly content to trade quiet kisses and careful touches until the sun comes up, but before too long she's tugging him outside. ]

Hm? [ His mind still hasn't caught up with what she's saying, left in a t shirt and boxers in the chilled night air. Eddie scrubs a hand over his face, forces himself to wake up. ] Oh-- oh! Yeah, we definitely can.

[ He looks down at himself, woefully underdressed for the occaision. ]

Just give me a minute.

[ Eddie kisses her once more before disappearing back into his cabin. When he reemerges, he's in jeans and a hoodie, his hair twisted up in a bun with one of her scrunchies. He's got a flashlight tucked into the front pocket of his jeans, with a joint and lighter tucked into the other. So sue him, he's hoping the ghost hunt ends in a chance for them to get high and fool around. ]

Lead the way, my lady.

[cheerleader]

[Her hand slips right into his, and they set off together to have a little fun. She's fully aware that their attempt at ghost hunting will end in their hands all over one another, and potentially their clothes being torn off and tossed to the ground. But for the time being, they seem marginally focused on becoming ghostbusters.

She takes them to the docks first, where a small boat barn holds the rowboats that the campers use to go out onto the lake. Chrissy pulls the flashlight out of his front pocket and turns it on, so they can look around the tiny structure.]

The girls said they saw something on the other side of the lake. There's a few empty old cabins out there that haven't been used in forever. They said there was an accident there in 1970.

[Chrissy holds the flashlight beneath her chin as she says it, so her face is illuminated to be nice and spooky while she tells the story.]

halloween happenings

[gygaxed]

[ In the months since they had returned from camp, they had decided to let life slow down for a little while. They had plans, a real and slightly terrifying thing they wanted to do together, but they had agreed to a year of a quiet, domestic life first. They figured the things that went bump in the night could wait, at least for a little while. They deserved a bit of time to really settle in together, grow their relationship, let themselves have a slice of normal life before they upended things again.

With the money they had saved and a bit of help from Chrissy's father, they had found a comfortable apartment not too far outside of Hawkins. The town of Maysville was larger than Hawkins, but still not quite big enough to be a big city. It was a chance for them to start with no expectations, no judgement, but still close enough to home that they could make visits, or what occurred more often, that their friends could visit them.

That's how it had been tonight. They had thrown their first ever party, a Halloween party at that. All of their friends had come, dressed in all variety of costumes, and they had been able to eat and drink and laugh and enjoy the holiday like regular young people. The last of them had just left, and Eddie was making a half assed attempt at cleaning, lobbing empty cans in the direction of their trashcan.

He's still in costume, though he owes it to Chrissy for the frankly brilliant idea of being "each other". He might look a little dorky in the cheerleading getup Chrissy had gotten for him, but holy shit. Seeing her as the "metal satanic freak" makes up for it a million times over.

Eddie quickly grows bored of the cleanup, decides it can be left until tomorrow. Instead, he makes to sneak up at her she works in the living room, catching her around the waist and pulling her back against him. ]

My favorite little freak. [ He says playfully, plants kisses against her hair. He's still got a pleasant buzz going from the party, and has no intention of going to bed any time soon. ] Happy Halloween.

[cheerleader]

[She's still incredibly proud of herself for coming up with the idea for their costumes. All of their friends had gotten a kick out of it, and she caught Eddie staring at her more than once from across the room. By the time everyone clears out, she's pretty sure she's still trashed enough to shove him up against the wall and have her way with him. But the allure of getting the apartment clean so they can sleep in and not have to deal with it tomorrow wins out.

She thinks they're on the same page with that idea, and is actually surprised when he surprises her with his arm around her waist. Giving a little jump, she laughs and leans back against him, head tipping back enough that she can peer up at him. Chrissy's almost positive her thick eyeliner has smudged, and her teased up hair is out of control. But she feels badass and knows she has to look hot.

He can't keep his eyes or hands off of her. All of a sudden, cleaning up is the least important thing Chrissy can think of doing. Turning in his arms, she grins up at him as soon as she's completely facing him.]

Happy Halloween, babe.

[It's with a thoughtful hum that her mouth finds his neck and she starts to work nips and kisses up toward his jawline. Ruby red lipstick is smeared over his pale skin in the process, and she just grins as she keeps going.]

I'm not distracting you from cleaning up, am I?

[How she manages to still sound so innocent is beyond her.]

[gygaxed]

Oh, you absolutely are.

[ Not that he minds. Yes, the idea of waking up tomorrow to a clean apartment is enticing, but it doesn't hold a candle to spending time with Chrissy. Especially when they're both a little drunk, riding the high of their party and Chrissy is looking like something straight out of a wet dream. ]

I'm just in the mood to be distracted.

[ He spins her around so that they are chest to chest, letting his hands ghost along her sides. It's not just how she's dressed, not just the make up or how she's done her hair. Chrissy just has an iron grip on his heart, always had, always will. And now they have a real life together, a cozy apartment where they can throw parties and have friends over.

Eddie nudges her towards the couch, and it doesn't take much for gravity to pull the both of them down, limbs entangled. He kisses her then, slow, languid, desperate for the taste of her. It's one kiss among hundreds, maybe thousands, and it still has a direct line to his heart. ]

[cheerleader]

You're always in the mood for me to distract you.

[Maybe it's a proud admission, or maybe it's a tease. Either way, she feels it's completely the truth. Her nose brushes against his as she says it, staying close so she can quickly resume the kissing. It doesn't matter how long they've been together and how many times they've kissed. Chrissy knows she can probably spend entire days just making out with him.

The kisses stay languid and slow, up until her fingers tangle in his hair and she gives a tug so she can tip his head back a little. It's while her tongue is teasing at his that she simply holds things there for a moment, before her attention shifts to trailing along his throat instead.]

You really are into me being dressed like this, huh? Maybe I should really commit to the whole freak thing and ask you to try something weird.

[gygaxed]

One of my many faults, I'm afraid.

[ If you ask him, it's not a fault at all. He has long since been wrapped around Chrissy's finger, and he wouldn't have it any other way. She makes him happy in a way nothing, no one, else ever could, like his own spark of creation.

He hums softly as she turns her attention towards his neck, tips his head back to allow her better access. Eddie lets his hands settle on her shoulders, guides the two of them so they can collapse together on the couch. ]

Something weird like what? [ He asks playfully, twisting a strand of hair around his index finger. ] You're really playing the part, hm?

[cheerleader]

You like it, don't you?

[There's always a part of her that isn't confident enough, that feels like she has to apologize for taking up space. Thanks to how far she's come the past year, it's a very small part of her now. But it's still there, hiding and making itself known when she least wants it to come out into the open.

With the way he's smiling and twirling his hair around his finger, it's obvious he does. So she just laughs it off and shrugs, like she can't be bothered to have shame right now.

It's always easy for them to find ways to keep their sex lives interesting. Not that she feels they really need much, sex is always good as long as it's with Eddie. She still winds up blushing and trying to laugh it off though.]

And I don't know, Eddie. Is there anything we haven't tried at least once?

[She's sheltered and naive enough she's pretty sure there isn't. There can't be, with all the different ways they've had sex and fooled around.]

[gygaxed]

Of course I like it!

[ The answer comes in an enthusiastic burst. Of course, Eddie can't think of a single thing Chrissy has ever worn (or not worn) that he hasn't loved. Of course, he knows that for as much as her self confidence has developed, there's always room to remind her of just how beautiful he thinks she is.

Eddie wastes no time in tugging Chrissy onto his lap, nuzzles against her like a lovesick puppy. Even when they're discussing what sort of sex they might have tonight, he can't help the outpouring of sweet affection. ]

Now that's a good question. [ They've had no trouble exploring all sorts of things together, it's hard to come up with something they haven't yet tried. Except, perhaps, the more out there stuff, but Eddie has no interest in those things right now. ] Just the outfits might be good enough.

[cheerleader]

I think you're right.

[She laughs as she nuzzles back against him, and they're disgusting for a little while as they just bask in affection and sweet kisses. It isn't long before she's moving to straddle him, finding the whole outfit thing to be plenty to set the mood. It's not like they even really need much. They both are generally always in the mood for sex with each other.

So when her hands slide up under the cheer top she put him in, she makes a soft hmm sound that's more of a sing-song than anything. She kisses him nice and slow then, making it deep and claiming even though there's not one that would dare say he doesn't belong to her at this point.]

You know, I think it's really hot that you don't mind dressing up like this for me.

[The words are almost breathy and husky as she pulls back a little, teeth dragging at his lower lip in a playful nip as she goes.]

So you have to keep it on, okay?

[gygaxed]

Happy to oblige.

[ Dressing up is the least of it. Eddie has always found himself eager to do just about anything she asks. It's always proven to be worth it, because the way her face lights up, the way she smiles and laughs at his efforts, always manages to have a direct line to his heart. Chrissy is the sun that he revolves around, and he couldn't be happier. Sometimes it manifests in deeply touching ways, and other times it's just silly, horny, fun. Tonight is of course the latter. ]

Might even put this into my regular wardrobe. [ He's grinning as he reaches to kiss her, letting his own hands move down her hips to trace along her thighs. ] Would you like that?

[cheerleader]

You know I'd like it. [She grins right back, as her hands slip down over his and guide his touch up a little higher. There's a shiver and a soft sigh as she does, and when she kisses him this time, it's with the intent to entice him further. He swallows her groan as her hands slip free from his, and travel along his legs to delve beneath the skirt he's wearing.

Who knew getting her pretty boyfriend in a skirt would be such a turn on?]

Do you want me to ride you right here, baby?

[Her fingers tiptoe along his thighs, stopping short of touching him where she's sure he wants her to.]

Would you like that?