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you are my sun, my moon

[ 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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I know you wouldn't. I just mean... no matter how crazy you might think something is, I'll always hear you out.

[ He smiles at her, presses a kiss against her forehead after she kisses him. He'll do everything he can to keep her safe. Whatever is going on at camp-- and he tells himself that nothing is going on-- they'll figure things out. Ghosts are something that should be behind them. ]

Like I said, it's probably just kids telling stories.

[ He shrugs a little, disentangling himself from her so that he can switch out the movie they're watching. When he returns to the bed, The Breakfast Club has replaced Freddy Kreuger. Eddie settles comfortably beside her, pulling her close to him once more. ]

Let's just enjoy our little break now.

Yeah, yeah.

[Chrissy pretends to grumble, but her laughter gives her away. She's not actually bothered by him putting off the whole ghost story business, but does appreciate the fact that he's turned off the horror movie for something light and fun.

And given that The Breakfast Club is one of her favorite movies, she falls silent and still as they relax together and manage to make it through the entire thing without really talking. It's a great reset switch for Chrissy, who promptly lures him in for a lengthy make out session as the credits start to roll.

They wind up ordering a pizza and spending a few hours in the little motel pool, and Chrissy seems to easily forget all about her attack and the ghosts that still haunt her.

It isn't until they're out eating breakfast at a diner the next morning that her thoughts seem to cycle back around to the matter.]

You know, with everything that happened to me, I bet there's a lot of other weird things out there that happen. Just think about it. I can't be the only one.

[She has a point that she's getting at here, but had to interrupt him talking about Molly Ringwald in order to try and get at it.]

[ The change in movie seems to do the trick, and Eddie tries to relax with her and push the thoughts of ghosts from his mind. He's always had an inclination for horror and the macabre, a fascination with things that go bump in the night. That has changed since learning there are things like that out there. He turns over thoughts of ghosts and haunting in his mind as Chrissy settles against his chest and he wraps an arm around her.

But the rest of the night goes well, and he works to make sure his troubled thoughts don't show on his face.

The next morning he feels like he's left those thoughts in the darkness. But he's rambling, a nervous habit, as he drowns pancakes in syrup. Eddie breaks off abruptly when Chrissy speaks, looking at her curiously from across the table. ]

You think so? [ The question is tentative, unsure of where she's going with this. It's an interesting thought, though he isn't sure how he feels about it just yet. ] I guess there's no way Hawkins is the only place with creepy shit going on.

[She tries not to smile when he agrees with her, because she can hear the uncertainty in his voice. And she hates that she's still harping on this when it seems to bother him, which makes her almost shrink back and change the subject. But she's grown so much the past few months that she's not afraid of taking up space with Eddie. She wants him to know her thoughts and her ideas, and if he tells her he'd rather not talk about then of course she'd back down.]

I don't think so either. [She pauses, idly pushing around the food on her plate. Eating is far less appealing when she feels she has a good idea.]

What if we could help people who have to deal with weird things like we did?

[ In the moment, Eddie isn't entirely sure how he feels about what she's saying. But a strange feeling runs through him, something like pride, at the fact that she's saying it at all. He knows she's struggled with speaking her mind before, with letting people know what she's really thinking. He likes to think that he's helped in that endeavor, but so much of it has been her. He had watched her physically get stronger, after her incident, but this is somehow more satisfying. ]

Going around in a van solving mysteries... I feel like I've seen that before. [ He flashes her a smile, lets her know that his teasing is gentle, not directed at what she's said. He can't imagine ever making real fun of something she's said, but humor is his way of dealing with things. ] That could be--

[ He breaks off mid sentence, because he isn't really sure what he thinks of it. Exciting? Meaningful? Terrifying? ]

I could be into that.

[The teasing is well received, and even makes her giggle. She abandons the idea of even picking at her food, and instead sips at her half touched glass of chocolate milk.]

Really?

[The question comes out an excited squeak more than anything, and she grins even as she's sipping from a straw. It's rare that she gets an idea for something so out there, and this is really weird. She knows that. But the fact that he's at least appeasing her really means a lot.

It definitely helps her feel validated in getting her thoughts out there more often.]

We could even name your van The Mystery Machine.

[ Eddie isn't really sure how they'll do it. The world is so much bigger than Hawkins, Indiana. There could be all manner of insane things happening, and he has no idea of how they'll find any of them. But that, somehow, doesn't strike him as entirely important. Chrissy has laid out the skeleton of what their lives could be, and Eddie has to admit he likes it. ]

That might get us in trouble. [ Eddie is still smiling, turning his attention back to his breakfast. The idea sounds crazy, stupid, but something in him likes it, wants to make it happen. He slices his pancakes into pieces, begins shoveling them into his mouth bite after bite. ] We'll come up with something better, though. Maybe Eddie and Chrissy's ghost-be-gone solution?

[ It's silly and stupid, and whatever they might come to call themselves, Eddie is sure it won't be that. But that doesn't keep him from laughing, reaching across the table to clasp his hand over Chrissy's. ]

[She absolutely loves when they can be silly and stupid like this, and her laughter rings out loud through the diner as she thinks of another suggestion.]

What about The Real Ghostbusters?

[Because believe it or not, she's seen that movie. Even enjoyed it enough to go see it a few times with her friends. She definitely takes no issue with being nerdy over it, at least. With his hand on hers, she feels like she could be a huge nerd about anything and he wouldn't tease her too much. ]

We could get the jumpsuits and everything!

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The real-- [ Eddie can't help himself. He laughs, loud and long, dragging a hand down his face. It's just so... silly, all of this. Serious and ridiculous and equal measure. He's picturing the two of them in jumpsuits and proton packs, and it only makes him laugh harder. ]

We'll keep the name as a work in progress.

[ The laughter has faded, and he's smiling at her as he comes down from the high. He might not be entirely sure how he feels about the idea, but he knows that as long as he's with Chrissy, everything will be alright. They've managed to garner a few stares from just how raucous they've been, but Eddie doesn't particularly care. He leans across the booth so he can kiss her, before settling back into his seat. ]

But yeah, let's do it. After we finish up at camp, we hit the road looking for weird shit. I like it.

[Chrissy holds out her hand, pinkie outstretched. They shake on it, a pinkie promise. There's no take backs when that's involved, she tells him. He laughs again, but this time she thinks it's because he's happy to see her looking forward to something.

The rest of their day is spent looking around town, where they catch a movie at the small theater in the downtown square. It's the first time they've ever seen one together, and Chrissy insists they sit in the back row so she can have her way with him. Which she does, of course, and she thinks Eddie's probably grateful the theater is pretty empty when she opens his jeans enough that she can stick her hand down his pants.

In between her slow handjob and the amount of making out that they do, they don't watch much of the movie. Which turns into Eddie suggesting they come back later that night to watch a slasher movie that's playing. She promises to behave herself, and they meander around the town square together to look around and do some shopping.

She picks out some new clothes and earrings for herself to wear for the rest of the summer, cute little black lightning bolts. She puts them on right away, and pulls her hair up into an even higher ponytail to show them off.

They sit out on a bench and listen to a street performer sing, and both dig into their pockets to produce a few dollars to put in his guitar case. Eddie even takes her over to an ice cream parlour as the sun goes down, and they have sundaes for dinner and spend the entire time making fun of the Scoops Ahoy uniforms from the place at the Starcourt Mall.

It's somewhere between laughing about Steve Harrington in a hat that says ahoy and him holding out his cherry for her to eat that Chrissy realizes this has been a really good day. She hasn't worried about food, hasn't had a single negative thought in her head.

And as they return to the movie theater to watch their horror flick, Chrissy keeps her promise and behaves herself during the entire movie. They share a Coke and a popcorn, and at one point both of their hands wind up simply resting together inside the popcorn bucket.

Instead of staying in the motel that night, Chrissy begs him to camp out in his van. They find a spot at the city park, in one of the far corners of the parking lot. But before they actually park there, they steal away time at a gas station nearby, both of them locking themselves in the single stall bathroom in order to wash up and brush their teeth. It's an adventure for Chrissy, one that's only made better because he's there.

And by the time they're parked at their spot for the night, working together to lay out blankets and pillows, she's a little reluctant for the night to end. But she fluffs their pillows, holding one in her hand. She tosses it over to hit him while he's bent over rolling a joint, and giggles as she falls back against their blanket nest.]

Hurry up, babe. I'm getting bored over here!

[ Sometimes, Eddie can't believe how much his life has changed. Things are so different, Eddie finds himself doing things he would have never dreamed about on a daily basis. And yet it all seems to make perfect sense, everything fits into his life so easily. It's all because of Chrissy. She is like the sun, and he is desperately happy to rotate around her. His life has been changed, it's true, but it feels like he has been waiting so long for it.

Their day out on the town feels perfect to him, he holds her bags as she shops, and loves her in everything she tries on. When she picks out those earrings he feels some part of his heart throb, and falls even harder for her. It's one of those days he wants to make last forever, as they bounce between boutiques and ice cream shops, and the movie theater. He loves the physical side of their relationship, they way they struggle to keep their hands off eachother-- but somehow, sitting chastely side by side is even better. Eddie can't stop himself from stealing constant glances in her direction. Even in the darkness of the theater she seems to absolutely shine, and it makes something inside him melt.

Eddie is no stranger to camping in his van, but with Chrissy it feels far more homey. Since they've started dating he has made sure that the back of his van is well stocked to make any stays there far more homey. As she takes care of washing up for the night, he gets things prepped. He's scrounged up enough money to get a mattress pad, and lays that down before unfurling a blanket and pillows. He's even gone as far as to buy some battery operated string lights, setting them out carefully around the perimeter.

Once he thinks the space is close to perfect, Eddie turns his attention to rolling a couple joints for them. He's lost in the action until a pillow collides against his back. ]

Alright, alright.

[ Eddie crawls back towards her, popping the joint between his lips. He fumbles for a lighter so that he can spark up, taking a drag off it before passing back to her. ]

Wouldn't want you to be bored.

[Her laughter rings out through the van, as he crawls back to join her. Passing joints back and forth to get high together is an easy routine for them now, as much a part of their routine as a couple as anything else. She takes a hit before letting him have it, and leans over to rest her head against his arm.]

We should start hanging pictures back here. [She notes as her eyes are focused on the sides of the van.]

Of us, I mean. We've taken so many.

[Leaving him to enjoy smoking alone for a minute, she leaves his side and goes up to the front of the van. She opens the glovebox and digs around, pulling out a little bag. Inside are the more risque and downright pornographic pictures they've taken on her camera. She dumps them out when she joins him on their makeshift bed.]

No one else comes back here but us. [She points out as she takes the joint from him.] We should pick one out to appreciate.

[ Eddie is pleasantly buzzed, and maybe that's what makes him so open to the idea. They've taken a great many pictures together, both innocent and profane, and Eddie likes the idea of all of them decorating the back of his van. Chrissy leaves him to himself briefly, and Eddie has no problem blowing slow lines of smoke across the back of his van. ]

We could do that.

[ Everything feels slow and hazy, and Eddie leans forward to sift through the pictures she's laid out. He hadn't realized just how many risque pictures they'd taken until now. His fingers linger over one with her legs spread, looking the picture of innocence. Eddie thinks he could stare at that picture forever and ever. ]

I like this one. [ He grins at her over the joint burning down between his lips. ] We should get it framed.

[Chrissy's high enough to not really do anything but admire the picture he's selected. She has to admit, she does look pretty good. So his suggestion earns a smile in return, before she picks up the picture and sorts it off to the side.

That does, she reaches over to take the joint right from his mouth. Which puts a smirk on her face as she takes a slow drag, leaving the joint in between her lips as she looks over the remaining pictures.

She opts for one of them together, Chrissy taking the picture at an upward angle while he fucks her from behind. It's a cute picture, all things considered. It's set next to the one that he picked out, and she slowly exhales smoke before passing the joint over to him.]

We'll have to get a frame or two before we head back tomorrow. And some tape too.

[ A pleasant flush spreads over his cheeks as they sort through pictures, especially when Chrissy picks out her favorite. It has nothing to do with embarrassment, there's just something about these moments he share that warm him from the inside out. Eddie takes the joint, taking one last hit from it before leaving it to rest in an ashtray crammed between the mattress pad and the wall. ]

I love you.

[ He says in a warm, honeyed sort of way. He can't imagine a world where that isn't true, where they aren't together. Whether in the back his van, a gorgeous lake house, traveling across the country in search of monsters-- as long as they're together, he feels like they can take on the world.

Eddie leans towards her, envelops her in his arms and pulls the both of them down into the mattress. For a while he just holds her, tightly, as though trying to press her soul into his. It comes with more whispers of love and adoration, spilling out of him like water. ]

You know I love you too, hon.

[Huh. That's the first time calling him that. And she's not sure if she likes it. Her nose wrinkles up as she softly laughs, but she's easily stilled when he pulls her down with him. After the way he's just told her that he loves her, in that sugary, lovesick kind of way? She's definitely in the cuddling mood.

so they lay together for what feels like hours, just holding one another tightly like they'll be able to let one another feel how much they love each other. It's one of those moments that almost makes her cry, because the amount of love that she feels is so overwhelming. She doesn't though, her hands working soothing circles against any part of him she can touch. They whisper sweet words to one another, losing track of time completely as it feels like she doesn't know where she ends and he begins.

She often wonders how it's possible to love one person this much. Laying here with him, she finally understands that the love that they share isn't meant to be defined. It's so beyond something qualitative that it will always exist in such powerful emotions simply because they're walking the Earth together.]

[ It's the first time she's called him "hon". It's far from the most endearing pet name she's called him, and yet Eddie finds himself melting at the sound of it. He thinks she could probably call him anything, and with the sweet intonation she has, it would wreak equal havoc upon him.

It's impossible to know just how much time passes as they hold each other, trading sweet, almost innocent kisses. They take their time together, Eddie focusing particularly on her hair, twisting strands of it around his fingers, creating curls and watching the way her hair bounces into ringlets. She is so, impossibly, perfect, in every form. ]

Hey... [ His voice is a low whisper, intended only for her, despite the fact that they are completely alone. It's just the two of them, and it feels like something that could stretch into eternity. ] I want to make love to you.

[ Eddie's face is flushed, the words seeming almost silly. They've had sex an innumerable amount of times, and all of those times had been heavy with love. But something rises up with him, a need to take her, to have every inch of her. For both of them to be exquisitely connected. ]

[The way he says those words makes her tremble with the weight of them. They've had sex countless times, in almost every possible way. But what he's suggesting is so much more than that. It's a plea for her to let him worship her. A promise that they'll never feel more connected than they will tonight.]

I want you. [She answers, her voice the same low whisper. There's no one else here, but it still feels like they're lost in their own little world. The kiss she gives him is just as sweet as all the others they've shared tonight, but it escalates into something so achingly heartfelt that she knows there's no doubt the love they share is a connection no one else could have ever possibly felt before.

The emotion between them builds, Chrissy feeling as if a blanket of devotion covers the both of them. It keeps them safe, makes it alright to be completely open and vulnerable together. They haven't done anything but innocently touch and kiss one another, but they already feel closer than ever before.]

Make love to me, Eddie. [She murmurs, trailing kisses along his jawline.] Please, I need to feel you.

Of course.

[ He says it like a promise, a solemn vow to always love her, to always make love to her, no matter what comes their way. His mind briefly drifts to a far future, to the two of them old and gray, and still so desperately in love. He likes that thought, it makes something inside him thrum to life. Eddie takes his time to just kiss her, to map out every inch of her mouth with his tongue. When he finally pulls back they're both flushed and panting.

Eddie makes a slow descent, removing her top first, then her bra, exposing her breasts to the hazy air of his van. Then his mouth sets back to work, leaves a few hickeys around her breasts, where no one but the two of them will ever see. Once he's had his fill, he ventures lower, pulls away her skirt and panties so she can be fully exposed to him. He takes a moment to rid himself of his shirt and jeans, in a much more frantic moment than his undressing of her.

He flashes her a grin before burying his head between her legs, well practiced by now. Eddie doesn't intend to spend particularly long like this, because his cock is desperately aching, but he can't help himself. Devouring her like this has become something of an addiction, and he's not going to deny himself now. ]

[They've reached a point now where they're able to understand the beauty in taking their time. There's still moments where everything is frantic and needy, but their love making has reached a new headiness tonight. Every touch and press of their lips against one another is intoxicating, the slow way he unravels her and reveals her body to him driving her crazy.

There's a lot of things she can say about Eddie as a lover. But the thing that she realizes so clearly now is that he's always so focused on her and her pleasure that it feels like making her come is an addiction for him. He absolutely loves spending time between her legs, absolutely adores the way he can make her gasp and moan for him, gets a thrill out of the way he can make her absolutely writhe when he puts his mind to it. In that hazy, heightened arousal that she feels, she thinks she teases him and tells him that he must love the taste of her.

And when he gets her to the point where her thighs are pressed against his head and she's rising up against his mouth, he pulls away, leaving her gasping at the lack of contact. She's close, but the time it takes him to hurry out of his underwear gives her enough time to edge away from her peak. It's hardly frustrating at all, Chrissy dazedly smiling up at him as she pulls him down and in close so she can kiss him.

This time it's her tongue that explores his mouth, her hands that touch and feel along his body. She knows they're going to marry the hell out of one another someday, and will be this happy until they're old and grey. Still, she maps out his body, touching every inch she can reach. It's when she's leaning in enough to work a mark against his collarbone that he urges her back, with a look in his eyes that says he's aching and can't wait any longer to have her.

They've experimented with just about every position possible, but don't seem to be able to have the patience for anything other than his slowly burying his cock inside her, Eddie taking great care to be gentle despite his need for her. His hand nudges against hers, moving it up to rest up above her head on the bed. He presses his palm against hers, their fingers intertwining. And they hold onto each other as their bodies move together, easily finding a rhythm.]

[ There are times with Chrissy that just feel infinite, as if they've slipped away into some secret pocket of reality that exists for only the two of them. This is one of those times, where every movement seems to stretch out in all directions. Eddie thinks he could die between her legs and be happy, and then she's drawing him back up, back to her. The high buzzes through him, makes every touch seem to linger, each place where their skin meets like it's been set on fire.

He loves her so deeply, so desperately, and he thinks that feeling comes through in the way he touches her in return. They're tangled together, so close that Eddie can no longer tell which pounding heartbeat is hers and which is his own. He wouldn't have things any other way, would rather have her here in the back of his van than on a bed in some decadent palace.

Then she's on him, he presses inside her, and it's as though the world explodes into a trillion points of light. They move together in an achingly slow rhythm, one that feels so perfect, like they have tapped into the heartbeat of the universe. Eddie isn't sure how long it's been before he's coming inside her, moaning her name in a desperate chorus. His hand slips down between them so he can be sure she's quick to follow over the edge.

As they both come down, Eddie lets himself flop beside her against the mattress, reaching his arms to curl around her and pull her close. ]

Chrissy, baby, shit, holy shit. [ Words don't come easily to him as he presses kisses into her sweat damp hair. ] How did I ever live without you?

[The thing is, Chrissy is perfectly happy here in the back of his van. She loved hanging around his trailer back in Hawkins, she loved him sneaking into her room. She will always love the cabin they rented for their first vacation, just like she'll always hold the camp in her heart. But something about this van feels like home. It's a sacred place to her, and she thinks he has to feel the same way.

Tangled up together like this, all she can do is smile and press a kiss against his chest.]

I'm not sure how you managed, honestly. [She softly teases him, shifting so she can idly play with his hair.] But I know I didn't start living until you.

[Again, thoughts of marriage and their life together enter her mind. But she doesn't feel the need to bring them up. There's absolutely no need to reassure her that it's their future. She knows without any uncertainty that's the path they're on together.]

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