cheerfire | you are my sun, my moon

[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.]

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?

[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.]

[ 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?

[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.]

[ 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.

[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.]

[ 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!

Ah! [It's with a jump of surprise that she grabs hold of the cue a little tighter.She laughs, looking actually guilty for a second. But the moment passes quickly, and she sets the cue aside on the table so she can hurry over to him. She skids to a stop as she rises up on her tiptoes, and presses both hands to squish against his cheeks as she pulls him in for a kiss.]

But remember. [It's a whispered reminder between the first kiss and the next.] You have to do anything I tell you to do once we get back.

[ Even though he's just been duped and hopelessly trounced at pool, Eddie finds it hard to argue. Besides, when she's kissing him like that, any argument dies on his lips. His arms wind around her waist, pulling her close as they kiss. ]

You're so bad. [ But the grin on his face makes it clear he doesn't hold it against her. ] Just promise you won't be mean.

[ Eddie gives her a wink, though he doesn't think he has to worry about Chrissy using her new found power for cruelty. He's actually incredibly curious about what she has in mind. This has him hurrying to pay off their tab, tugging her back to the van. Once they're back at their cozy little cabin, Eddie escorts her inside before pressing her up against the wall for another kiss. ]

So what were you thinking?

[Her arms are coiled up around his neck, and she plays with his hair while she thinks over the best way to go about being open with what she wants. It's not that she thinks he'll tell her no. But she's a little embarrassed by the idea of actually asking for what she's craving.]

Did you bring your handcuffs with you?

[Her cheeks turn bright red as she asks it, and she ducks her head to try and hide it. He clearly will indulge her with whatever she wants. There's nothing to be shy about. ]

Did I...

[ His voice trails off, because there's something so absurd about her asking that. Chrissy Cunningham is supposed to be the picture of sweet innocence. Even though he's come to realize that's far from true, it doesn't stop him from being struck by the question. ]

I sure did.

[ He grabs her hand, tugs her toward the bedroom. Whatever she's planning, he's already overtly enthused. Once they're inside the spacious room with it's equally spacious bed, Eddie turns to dig out the cuffs from the secret corner he's tucked them in. They're not the real deal, of course, but they come close. He isn't sure who they're intended for so he tosses them on the bed. Eddie drops to his knees, pulling her close so he can press kisses to her stomach, his lips meeting the soft cotton of her sundress. ]

Now what?

[Her cheeks are absolutely on fire. But he isn't laughing at her, and he doesn't seem to think it's that weird that she's asked. Her hands press to the top of his head at first, before her fingers comb through his hair. Fingertips press against his scalp and she smiles down at him crouched down before her the way he is.]

Do you mind wearing them?

[It's softly and sweetly asked, almost hesitant. If he does mind, she's eager to try them out on herself too.]

And a blindfold. I want you to wear a blindfold too.

[He's got bandanas, and there's plenty of other scraps of fabric they can use. But she's not going to press her luck. Just handcuffs are perfect for this first attempt to try something new.]

[ This is so... well, it's fucking hot, and Eddie can barely contain himself enough to follow her orders. Whatever way she wants him, he has no choice but to provide it. With the handcuffs uncovered, Eddie now hunts around for something that will make for a good blindfold. He pulls a bandana out from his suitcase, tying it around his eyes as he settles on the bed. He trusts Chrissy, in an absolute sort of way, and it's with that feeling that he works to get his wrists in the handcuffs. ]

You like this?

[ With several of his senses hindered, Eddie can only relax back onto the bed an hope for the best. He still isn't entirely sure what Chrissy is planning, but he's eager at the idea. ]

[There's almost a helplessness to the way she shrugs, her entire body now flushed as she watches him. The truth is she doesn't really know if she'll like it. So she's almost hesitant as she climbs up on the bed, worried that what she wants to try won't be good for him.]

I like what I see so far.

[She points out, feeling aroused simply from the level of trust he's putting on display here. There's so few things she's ever had total control over. But Eddie lets her have it in so many ways. This is just another extension of that. She licks at her lips as she positions herself on her knees between his legs. And just takes a minute to admire him up close.]

But I don't know what I'll like until we try it. And I know I really want to try this.

[And because of that, she knows he'll indulge her. She reaches out to start working him out of his clothes, taking her time with the process. She has him lift and move as she needs him to, and together they get him completely undressed. She feels more sure of herself after that, gathering her hair to tuck it back over her shoulder as she leans in to press a kiss against his inner thigh.

Chrissy very distinctly works a trail up along his stomach and chest, avoiding paying any attention at all to where she knows he'd like her mouth to be. But she lazily works her way up his body, tongue curling against one of his nipples. She stops there, laughing softly.]

Don't move.

[A very light scrape of her teeth is given against his other nipple, and she pulls herself away. She quickly strips naked as she walks out of the bedroom, hurrying into the little kitchen area so she can open the freezer. She pops ice cubes out from a tray and puts a few in a bowl, before returning back to climb in bed with him again.

God, he looks so hot right now. Bound and blindfolded, and waiting patiently for her just because she's told him to. She rewards him with the slightest press of her tongue against the tip of his cock, before she licks a trail all the way down the underside to the base.]

Are you sure you don't mind this? I can stop.

[Because things are about to get a little cold. Though she doesn't add that on yet.]

[ Experiencing this side of her is still new, but Eddie is incredibly excited by it. She's grown so much since they've gotten together, not just in the bedroom, but in general. He loves being able to see all of it, be a part of it, a reason that it's happening. Right now, he really loves the part of her that is growing in the bedroom. Eddie is all but putty in her hands, moves as she guides him, works his way out of his clothes. Every touch seems amplified, so much more intense.

And then she leaves him, albeit briefly, and even that is somehow incredibly erotic. In the few moments that she's gone, he can only squirm in place, awaiting her return. He feels her climb back onto the bed, and if he might have tried to figure out what she has in mind, that's all thrown out the window when her tongue is on him. ]

Fuck. [ A sharp gasp erupts from his throat, and he fights the urge to thrust against her. This is her time to take control, and he doesn't want to stop that. ] Please, please don't stop.

[There's a wicked smile that he can't see but he probably can feel as she licks another series of slow trails up and down his cock. It's all meant to tease him, of course. And distract him when she reaches over to grab one of the ice cubes. She's so warm it starts instantly melting in her hand, which leads her to panicking because she isn't exactly sure what to do with it.

So she starts small, letting it graze against his stomach before she starts to move the ice upward toward his chest. She's pulled away from his cock at this point, instead opting to sit up enough that she can watch his face for a reaction. If he doesn't seem to like it, she'll be quick to pull back.]

Is this okay?

[ Eddie whines a little as she pulls away from his cock, leaving his hard and wanting with no release. Then he feels the cool touch of ice against him, and oh lord, he thinks he might explode. That she would try this, it's enough to drive him insane. Every inch of him feels so impossibly hot, and the ice feels like a relief, and angel reaching down from heaven to tough him. That's what Chrissy is, when it comes down to it. His own personal ice wielding angel. ]

Baby girl, it is so okay. [ He wants to beg for more, is already so close to that point. There is just something about her that can bring him completely undone. ] Will you give me more?

[ In the moment his voice is sweet, absolutely pleading. ]

I really want more.

[His reaction serves to arouse her, and makes her want to toss the ice to the side so she can just ride him until they both get off. But he's also just made her more confident, and now that she knows he's as into this as she is she finds herself smiling in satisfaction. He's so good to her, knowing exactly how to pull her out of her shell.]

I'll give you everything.

[Her sweet promise is accompanied by the ice in her hands lightly circling against his nipple. Once she coaxes one to a stiff peak, she focuses on the other. And she takes a second to admire her work, before letting the ice trail along his left arm instead. She never allows it to touch for long, mindful of the way it's melting. But she takes time to really surprise him with where she lets the ice touch him, even at one point pressing a clean cube against his lips.

The entire time she's debating with herself whether or not she should go a little further. It's with a shuddering breath that she figures she might as well just go for it, getting the last cube from the bowl and letting it trail straight down his midsection until she gets to his cock. It's with the most feather light pressure that she slides the cube along his length, before letting it trail back down and along his inner thighs instead.

The cube is entirely melted by that point, and her icy touch is pressed against his hip as she bends down to guide his erection toward her hot mouth. She warms him up a little by starting to earnestly suck his cock, knowing he won't be able to grab and touch her with the way he's handcuffed. All he can do is writhe and thrust if he chooses to do so.]

We're out of ice.

[She points out after she lets him slip free from her mouth, and she presses a trail of kisses along his thighs. Feeling brave now, she even pays a little attention to his sac, though it's brief and more of a lick or two than anything in depth.]

But you don't mind things getting a little hot now, do you?

[That's all the warning he gets before she engulfs him with her mouth once again, this time using her hand to stroke what she can't reach as she starts to bob her head faster with each passing second. He's never pushed her to try reaching anything more than she's comfortable with, never has once asked her to do more than that. At the first sound of her gagging he's always pulled back and made sure she was okay.

Now that she's completely in control she slowly works toward letting him hit the back of her throat. Yeah, she gags and the sound is sinful. But she's long stopped caring about things like that, and gags around his cock as she pushes herself to really make this good for him. She holds him there and swallows around him, before easing up to try and catch her breath. She repeats the motion, until she feels him throbbing in her mouth. And then she pulls back completely, leaning away to let his cock sit wet with her spit in the open air.

Again, she takes the time to admire the view.]

[ Everything is so much, too much, and enough to make him feel like he's losing his mind. With his sight cut off and his hands pinned behind his back, it lights him on fire. Eddie wants nothing more than to flip her over, take her, let her know how much she has riled him up and how much she belongs to him. But he can do nothing in his current situation, can only whine and groan and buck against every tough she gives him. ]

Chrissy, fuck--

[ His voice breaks as he calls out for her. All he wants is to give her pleasure, his own raging erection so much lower on his list of priorities. Eddie twists and writhes in the bed, enough so that that the blindfold rides up just enough that he can sneak a glance at her. ]

Come here. [ His voice is hot and coaxing, trying to get her right where he wants her. ] Come up here, crouch over my face. You'll like it, trust me.

[She hesitates, because she isn't sure she wants him to focus on her right now. And she almost declines, because she doesn't think he knows what he's asking for. He's about to burst, and he wants her to crouch over his face? It feels dirty for her to do, but she knows he wouldn't steer her wrong. She trusts him. And that's why she stands up in the bed and tiptoes over so that she's above his face.

With a shaky exhale she lowers herself until she's crouching directly over his face. She's completely soaking wet and is hesitant to let him feel that. Not that she has to be ashamed about it, but smearing it against his face feels awkward somehow. But it's the moment when her cunt just barely presses against his mouth that everything clicks into place. The jolt of pleasure that she feels is enough to make her sharply inhale, breath hitching as she bares down a little more. She gets what he wants to do now, and can definitely see why a girl would want to do this. And she can also see why most guys would absolutely refuse.

The fact that Eddie is encouraging this only turns her on even more.]

Oh my god, Eddie. This feels filthy.

[She's definitely going to like this, no matter how dirty it seems. Her hands brace themselves against the top of the headboard, and she glances down to make sure he's still able to breathe.]

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[ Now is the only moment where he truly wishes he had his hands free. He wants to grab her by the thighs, force her down onto his mouth. Fuck, how can she possibly be so wet, could he really made her this way? Eddie is just glad that she's followed his instructions, even when she's put him in a position where he has no business telling her what to do. ]

You like it though, don't you? [ He pulls away from her beautiful cunt only enough so he can speak. Even then, he sounds far away, completely love drunk. ] I need to hear how much you love it.

[ And with that he plunges his mouth back into her, devouring her like she is his last meal on earth. The taste, the feel, the way she is slowly giving in to this new position, it makes his cock throb helplessly, bob against his chest. But his own release can wait, because he's currently got a literal angel sitting on his face. He puts everything he has into devouring her from the outside in, his tongue and lips going into overdrive in the name of swallowing her whole. He'll never be able to get enough of, it's one of the few coherent thoughts he can manage. ]

[He doesn't need to tell her again. When he really digs in, the result is instantaneous. She lowers herself a little more and he quite literally feasts upon her, and she cries out his name as her hips jerk forward. It's almost too much all at once, and there's a second where she rises up away from the contact. But he's being so good, and he clearly is enjoying this as much as she is, so she sinks back down and tries rocking against the motion of his tongue.

With the attention he's giving her, it's not long before her thighs are quivering and she's almost screaming in pleasure. It's short, sharp sounds that repeat with each move she makes, and her grip on the headboard becomes white knuckled.

Every time he gets her close, she rises up off of him and catches her breath. It's long enough that the edge of her orgasm is coaxed away, and it's only then that she sinks back down for him to continue. Each time she rises up and denies herself, she becomes more and more sensitive. And each time she becomes louder, cursing and telling him how good he is. How good his mouth is. How amazing he's making her feel. She's babbling in between gasps and sobs, and when she reaches the point where her sensitivity becomes painful she winds up rising up off of him completely.

Her thighs are trembling, about to give out. The muscles in her stomach are twitching with restraint. And she hurries to undo the handcuffs his hands are bound in, fumbling until he's freed. She needs him to use his hands to tug her back in place and hold her there, otherwise she thinks she may not be able to ride his face to get off.]

[ Every little sound she makes drives him crazy, as his heels dig into the bed, his hips arch upward, every part of him that is able to squirms and moves in an attempt to be closer to her. He can hear the way she's using him to tease herself, riding him until she's close and then pulling away. At last, she's finally given him use of his hands again, and as soon as they're free Eddie rips the blindfold away. He needs to see her, and she is an absolute vision above him, almost completely undone. ]

I've got you, sweetness.

[ His voice is impossibly cool given the situation, contrasted against her wild heat. She's worked herself up into a beautiful frenzy, and he is confident in his ability to bring her to release. Eddie's hand reach up, grip her thighs and bring her back down, hold her in place. It doesn't take much more work from his mouth to send her over the edge, with how sensitive she's already made herself. Eddie can only gaze up at her as she finally comes, frantic and beautiful. ]

Come here.

[ His grip on her thighs at last relaxes, and he eases her back down, close to him, puts his arms around her. That was nothing short of amazing, but clearly a lot for her, and he has every intention of giving her time to recover. Eddie dips his head to wipe his mouth off against his shoulder before pressing a trail of sweet kisses to her forehead, down the side of her face. ]

I love you, Chrissy. [ Eddie's voice is sweet and soft, coaxing her back down to earth. ] Love you so much. I've got you now.

[She's trembling still as he gathers her into his arms, and even that skin on skin contact feels like it's too much. Every inch of her is pins and needles, and she almost hisses as she settles up against him. But his arms are strong, his kisses sweet, and his whispered words comforting. It takes time before he coaxes her back down, but she does eventually settle.]

I love you too.

[The words are whispered, accompanied by a lazy turn of her head so she can press a kiss to his shoulder.]

Thank you, Eddie. For letting me have my way with you.

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