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After everything that had happened, Chrissy was surprised by how normal things seemed. Well, except for the fact that she was tutoring Eddie Munson on the couch in his small trailer.

It was bizarre to think that only two months had passed since the most insane Spring Break in Hawkins. A lot was the same. But a lot was different too.

The break started off with her searching for an escape that only Eddie could provide. Drugs. It was something she had needed to get her mind off the pressure her mother had been placing on her lately. It was Chrissy’s senior year and her mother, who had always been on her case about her weight and appearance, had turned the pressure up to an eleven out of ten. Her mother saw this as her last chance to live vicariously through her and it was making Chrissy spiral. Even her weekly visits with Miss Kelley weren’t helping as much as they usually did.

When Eddie had brought her extremely nervous self to his home for the first time to get the agreed upon drugs, she’d had another episode and it was the worst one yet. One minute, Chrissy had been looking anxiously towards the bedroom door that Eddie had disappeared through, and the next minute, she had collapsed due to hunger and low blood sugar.

While she was out, she had horrible visions of her mother berating her yet again. Chrissy had tried to defend herself but found that her voice wasn’t strong enough in this upside down dream. Even when Jason showed up, he did nothing of real value to help, only offering placating words and sweet nothings. All she could do in her dream was run as fast and hard as she could out of her house. When she finally managed to escape the awful nightmarish house, she just kept running. Chrissy remembered feeling oddly warm and safe as she was running and when she let that feeling take over, she found herself waking up, weakly, in the arms of Eddie Munson. After that, he had insisted that no drugs would be taken that night. The only thing she was going to do was eat something until he was sure she was okay.

She had seen a look in his eyes that night that she’d never seen in anyone else before. Behind all the fear of having a collapsed cheerleader on his hands, she could tell that he was genuinely concerned about her. It wasn’t some attempt to flirt, grope, or take advantage of this situation. It was honest to god caring and empathy. The realization had hit her like a ton of bricks that night.

As he’d helped her up and over to the sagging couch, she felt the tears come but could do nothing to stop them. Despite everything, Chrissy had opened up to Eddie that night, confessing to him what she saw in her episode, and even why she was having them in the first place. She was right to place her trust in him. He took everything she’d said in stride and from that day on, had become one of her closest friends.

Eddie always let her talk things through with him and vent when she needed to. Chrissy never realized that having a real friend helped lighten her load immensely. It kept her from going to even darker places and kept her awful binging habits at bay. He supported her standing up for herself and always offered her a place to stay if her mother became too much to handle. It gave Chrissy the push she needed to have more of a backbone with her mother, even if the parental figure was terrifyingly angered by this turn of events.

Jason was a whole different matter. After her last episode, Chrissy realized just how close to reality that awful dream was. It was jarring to be with Jason after that. She’d tried to go on like everything was fine, but for the month after that, she noticed every condescending remark and it grated on her nerves like nails on a chalkboard.

“Dammit!”

Eddie’s sudden outburst startled Chrissy out of her reminiscing and she let out a sharp gasp.

“Sorry,” he immediately replied, placing his hand just above hers, but not quite touching. Chrissy could feel the warmth radiating from him for a split second before he balled his hand into a fist, pulling it back just as quickly as he’d put it there.

“It’s okay,” Chrissy sighed. “I was pretty checked out to be honest with you.” She looked up timidly from her lap, through her eyelashes as she gaged Eddie’s reaction.

“God Cunningham. Thought you were supposed to be helping me, not become a total space case.” As always, Eddie shot back a playful and understanding reply her way. Chrissy had noticed over the last two months just how sweet he really was underneath the loud, brash exterior he projected.

“Space Cadet Cunningham, reporting for duty,” she said with a wry smile. “Now that I’m back on planet Earth, what seems to be the problem?”

Eddie squinted at her for a moment, mouth puckering, trying not to smile back at her quip. He hid his smile behind a sigh as he admitted the problem at hand.

“I’ve done this same algebra question three times, gotten a different answer each one of those times, and none of them have been the right answer when I check.” He spun his notebook around to show her all the work he’d done over the last ten minutes, scratching his head in frustration, while she’d been lost in her thoughts.

After looking at each attempt at a solution, Chrissy finally found the steps he was missing. She took her pencil from behind her ear and scooted closer to Eddie, letting their knees just barely touch. It sent her stomach on a small roller coaster ride that she decided to ignore.

“Okay look at each problem. It’s cause you keep getting your negatives and positives mixed up. Let’s do a rundown on how they work again, then you can try the problem one more time.” Chrissy smiled up at him, feeling proud at how far he’d come the last couple months.

Eddie had been right. This was going to be his year. Once they’d started hanging out, Chrissy had noticed a new found spark in Eddie. After a week or two, he’d asked her to tutor him so he would stand a chance at graduating. When he’d asked her, she’d noticed that what little she saw of his ears were tinged with red. It had been pretty cute to Chrissy, but she had never admitted it out loud.

Once she was done explaining, Chrissy decided to actually watch him work through the problem. Eddie made sure to go slowly and sure enough, when he checked the answer this time around, he was ecstatic to have gotten it right. He grabbed Chrissy’s shoulders and let out a huge laugh.

“Ha! You were right! Your a genius Cunningham!” They both laughed together for a moment before all Chrissy could think about was how warm his hands felt through her cotton shirt. Their smiles lingered and slowly faded as she watched him through her eyelashes again. Her mouth went dry as she wondered what would happen if he pulled her in closer. As if he could sense her thoughts, Eddie pulled his hands back quickly, like she was the one burning him instead.

Eddie cleared his throat and looked away. “I’m gonna grab some more water. Want some?”

“Sure thing,” she said, her smile falling just a bit. “Summer weather is no joke this year.”

It had been like this with Eddie for the last month after Chrissy had finally broken up with Jason. It had taken her a few weeks to process that Jason wasn’t what she wanted anymore after her episode. It was scary to take the leap and cut him out of her life, much to her mother’s silent anger and dismay. That was terrifying enough. But what was even scarier was the fact that she’d broken up with Jason because of Eddie. He had no idea, but his kindness had shown her that what she’s had, wasn’t what she deserved at all.

Ever since then, her and Eddie had this weird, unspoken back and forth between them. It felt so fragile, and yet so electric at the same time. The looks they gave each other had started to  become a bit longer sometimes. Then Eddie had begun to avoid invading her personal space at all cost, that was, when he could remember to anyway. There were always times, like just now, when one of them forgot to keep their balancing act in check. It felt like this dangerous game that Chrissy didn’t mind playing one bit. In fact, she’d found herself tucking all of those moments away in her mind for safe keeping, hoping they would become something more one day.

She looked up and saw Eddie’s lean back bending over the sink, filling up two glasses of ice for the two of them. Since his band shirt of the day was a lighter color, Chrissy could see faint outlines of a few tattoos underneath. With the warmer weather, he was wearing his leather and denim jacket less and less, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing in her mind. Chrissy’s face warmed at the thought of seeing those tattoos up close, of maybe even touching them, and what they could be. The roller coaster in her stomach dropped again.

“Hope it’s not too hot during graduation. Those caps and gowns will be the worst if it is.” Chrissy tried to laugh away her nervous thoughts with a weak attempt at changing the subject.

Bringing both glasses of water back, Eddie handed her a glass before carefully collapsing back down onto the couch beside her.

“Well thanks to you princess, I’ll finally get to know what those awful outfits feel like.” He smiled as he took a few long drinks of water and Chrissy couldn’t stop staring at his throat.

‘ Get it together Chrissy! ’ she chastised herself. For whatever reason, her normal attempts at ignoring the swooping in her stomach weren’t working and this was a recipe for disaster. She didn’t want to break their fragile peace. This was too important. He was too important.

Chrissy stood up from the couch suddenly, needing to put some space between the two of them. On her way over to the kitchen, she forgot to look at where their books were laying all over the floor. Her toe managed to snag on an algebra book, making her stumble just enough to cause the water in her glass to come sloshing out. A good bit landed on her, the sudden cold causing her to drop the rest of the glass on the floor in surprise.

“Shit,” she hissed out through clenched teeth. “I’m sorry Eddie. I’ll clean this up okay?” Chrissy knelt down quickly, moving any papers they’d thrown around the small living space out of harms way.

Seeing the glass drop, Eddie scrambled to get up and placed his own glass on a nearby side table. He quickly knelt next to her and started helping her move things.

“I can’t believe Chrissy Cunningham would use such language in someone else’s home,” Eddie teased warmly.

“Well, I’ve learned from the best,” she quickly replied with, giving him a quick glance. When she looked up, she had to do a small double take. One second ago, Eddie had been rifling through their things with her, teasing her like he always did, and the next second he had frozen. Chrissy noticed that in place of his usual snarky grin, his mouth was slightly gaping and his eyes were on her chest. His face was beginning to dust with pink as he processed what he was seeing.

Looking down, Chrissy instantly saw what had made him stop in his tracks. The water from her glass had turned her cotton shirt pretty much transparent, putting her simple white bra on display. She felt heat rise up to her cheeks, mirroring Eddie. If Chrissy had been in this situation two months ago, she would have instantly covered herself, begging Eddie not to look.

But now? Now, Chrissy found that she didn’t exactly mind if he was the one that saw something here or there. Part of their balancing act over the last month had included her wearing shorter skirts each time she came over in a subconscious attempt to accomplish a goal she knew she would never reach. So this was just one more layer to the game they were playing with each other.

“Are you going to stare all day or do I need to go find a new shirt for myself?” Chrissy asked in a breathier voice than she’d intended. She watched Eddie’s mouth snap shut and his eyes swept up to first her mouth and then her eyes. His face was definitely involuntarily turning from pink to red as he finally stood up. He offered her a hand, which she gladly took, feeling that delicious spark from his warm hand as they finally touched. When she was on her feet, she realized how close both of them were to each other, the body heat from Eddie almost too much for her to handle.

“Don’t move an inch, princess.”

The tone in Eddie’s voice was playful as always, but Chrissy saw something new in his eyes when she looked up into them. There was a heat in them that made the roller coaster in her stomach finally fly off the rails and crash into the ground. All she could do in response was nod.

Eddie took one painfully slow step back away from her and then dropped her hand gently, like a bomb would go off if he made any sudden movements. Chrissy immediately missed the warmth coming from him. She watched him finally dart back into his room, coming out only thirty seconds later. Chrissy didn’t dare budge from her spot, like she was under Eddie’s spell. He seemed to notice and chuckled to himself as he came back to stand in front of her. The fire in his gaze was still there, but instead of blazing, it seemed more controlled.

“Here. You can wear this and give it back to me later.” He held one of his hands up, making the Boy Scout symbol with his fingers. “It’s clean. Scouts Honor.” He gingerly held the shirt out towards Chrissy with the other hand. Even in the middle of whatever this was, Eddie Munson was still able to make her smile. Chrissy took the shirt from him, relishing the feeling of her fingers brushing against his.

“Why thank you, oh honorable one.” Before she could lose her nerve, she peeled her wet shirt off right in front of Eddie. Chrissy figured he’d already seen her bra, so why not see how far she could push the balancing act. She dropped the wet shirt to the ground, and started fumbling for the bottom hem of the Ozzy shirt he’d handed her.

She peeked up, wanting to gauge Eddie’s reaction. His hands were fists at his sides and his nostrils were flared. He said nothing, instead just watching her, the fire in his eyes definitely blazing again. He looked like a guitar string that had been pulled too tight and was about to snap. It made something inside Chrissy want to jump up and down. Instead, she slipped the shirt on, letting the smell of mint and smoke overtake her for a moment.

“You sure I can borrow this? I wouldn’t be able to return it right away.” She smiled a genuine smile, finally deciding to cut the tension on her end. “I know Ozzy is one of your faves.”

“Yeah, you can borrow it.” Eddie seemed to relax, even if it was only by a fraction. “It’s gonna get dark soon so I should get you home. Plus, I have band practice so…” Be shrugged. “Gotta get ready for another show stopper at the Hideout this week.” He grinned, both of them seeming to cool off.

“Okay fine. You win. You definitely earned some music time with how hard you studied today.” Chrissy smiled, trying to hide how much she loved having the smell of Eddie all over this shirt. “And now that all the sports are finally wrapped up, I can actually come see you for once.” Eddie’s face broke out into a huge grin when she mentioned that fact. He’d been dropping hints left and right for a while now that he wanted her to come see them.

“I can’t wait for you for to finally get to hear some real music Chrissy Cunningham.” Eddie grinned, holding the front door open for her as they grabbed their things and made it out to his van.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world Eddie Munson.”

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Eddie Munson was currently dousing himself in the coldest shower he could stand. Today had been miserable for more than one reason, and the funny thing was, algebra didn’t even crack the top five of that list.

He had taken Chrissy home, making sure to park right where he knew Mrs. Cunningham could see him through the blinds she loved peeking out of, and waited for Chrissy to close the door behind her. After that he cranked the music up in his van to postpone thinking about anything other than music until after band practice was over.

He hadn’t thought practice would be it’s own special form of torture though. All he could think about was how Chrissy would finally get to see Corroded Coffin. His brain conjured up images of her staring up at him from the front of the stage, eyes wide and lips open in the most perfect little shape of an ‘O’. That train of thought had started to lead him into dangerous territory so he quickly focused back on perfecting his guitar solo.

His mind couldn’t help itself though, and soon enough he was trying to imagine what she would even wear to the Hideout. It didn’t escape Eddie’s attention that Chrissy had worn almost every skirt in her closet over the last month. Every time they hung out, she somehow managed to dig a new one out that seemed impossibly shorter than the last. Trying to be a gentleman, Eddie never mentioned it but still, he can’t say he didn’t enjoy sneaking peeks at her impossibly smooth legs when she wasn’t looking. Because of her fashion sense, he pictured her showing up to the Hideout, maybe wearing the one black skirt she owned. He couldn’t deny that it was his favorite. Seeing Chrissy Cunningham, perfect bubblegum pink princess, wearing black when it wasn’t even a special occasion had given Eddie a lot of material for his mind to play over when he was alone at night, thinking about her.

‘Breathe Eddie, breathe…’ his mind was pulling him back towards the music at hand. As they wrapped up the set list, they agreed to meet at the Hideout in a few days, same time, same place for set up. To save time, they loaded all of their gear into Eddie’s van before they all went their separate ways.

Once he was driving home, Eddie was alone with his thoughts again. Not even the music could drown out the images from earlier that day. Yeah the algebra had sucked absolute dick, but getting tutored by Chrissy was worth every moment. Back when they’d started hanging out, after the terrifying time she’d passed out at his place, he realized that for once, he wanted to work hard and get out of this godforsaken high school life.

He’d thought a lot about why he was having the sudden urge to actually try, and when he had come to the realization that it was because of Chrissy, he knew he was in way too deep. But somehow he couldn’t help himself. He’d asked her to tutor him cause the thought of her leaving him in high school hell made him upset. It had taken everything in his power to not pull her small frame into his chest when she had agreed to tutor him, staring at him with what seemed like stars in her eyes and smiling at him like he hung the moon. He’d written off that encounter as something any friend would do. Then she’d told him that she’d broken up with Jason a week later.

Sure, Chrissy had made it sound like no big deal, but Eddie could remember feeling his eyes get as wide as dinner plates at the news. She’d peered up at him through her lashes, like she always did, capturing him in her innocent doe eyes that never failed to hypnotize him. He’d swallowed thickly and sputtered out some sentiment about how she always had a spot to crash at his place if her mom ever went ballistic on her because of it. Soon after that was when he’d noticed their back and forth becoming a thing. That led his mind directly back to the cause of today’s internal struggle.

Even with ice cold water hitting him like daggers, Eddie felt his face flush again at the thought of that petite, white bra with one tiny little blue bow between the cups. The way Chrissy’s wet shirt had been tempting him in that moment had set him on fire. He hadn’t known he could be so still until that moment.

‘Are you going to stare all day or do I need to go find a new shirt for myself?’

Chrissy’s breathless voice echoed in his head and went straight to his groin, even hours later. But when she’d upped the ante and taken her shirt off, not even three feet away from him, he had become a statue of a man. He knew deep down that if he had so much as moved a single finger, he would have dragged her back into his room and not let her out for the rest of the night. He’d been glad to switch the topic to taking her home, remembering that she deserved better than that. Chrissy Cunningham deserved to be worshiped and Eddie had no intention of ruining whatever it was they had with his own animalistic thoughts about her.

Switching the water from cold to hot, Eddie finally gave up, grabbing his member that was still hard, and decided to just take a moment to live in a fantasy that would probably never happen.

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It was finally Tuesday. Eddie hadn’t seen Chrissy since dropping her off on Friday afternoon. Her little brother played baseball and had a game on Saturday. Because of that, the Cunningham family had made a whole weekend out of the event. It was probably for the best, considering the events of Friday. At least for Eddie, it gave him some time to cool off and get some control over himself again. Realizing he hadn’t had a chance to speak with Chrissy at school about how she was getting to the Hideout tonight, he decided to give her a call early in the afternoon. After ringing a few times, Chrissy’s melodic voice picked up.

“Hello?”

Her voice hit him like a ton of bricks every time and made his stomach drop a little. It made his mouth go dry and it took him a few seconds to compose himself.

“Uh.. hey, it’s me.” Eddie groaned internally. ‘Yeah good one loser,’ he thought cynically.

“Eddie!” She sounded genuinely excited to hear his voice, which did nothing to calm his stomach. “I’m super excited for tonight! Don’t you need to be getting ready for the show or something?” Chrissy sounded so genuine that it took Eddie’s breath away for another second.

“Nah, we got everything loaded up a few days ago. Just wanted to see if you need a ride to the Hideout. That’s all.” He was trying to keep this short and sweet since he was quickly realizing that just hearing her voice after Friday made him start losing his cool way faster than usual.

“That’s right! I forgot to tell you,” she giggled softly at the end. “Don’t worry about picking me up. I got another ride cause… well, just cause.” Eddie couldn’t help the wave of disappointment, even though she sounded excited.

“You’re not bailing on me, are you Cunningham?” He teased her gently, going into a form of defensive mode.

“Eddie,” she sighed his name and it sent a shock straight to his core. “I’ve been waiting to see you play for over a month now. I’m not bailing.” She paused for a moment. “I just… I have something to show you, to celebrate, and if you pick me up it will ruin the surprise.”

Eyebrows furrowed, Eddie tried thinking of what it could be but kept coming up short.

“You just showing up is enough princess, but if you say so, I will just have to take your word for it.” He chuckled at her thought process and decided to let it go. He did like surprises from time to time. “We go on at 9:00 so don’t be late, ‘kay?”

“I wouldn’t dare. See you soon.”

The phone went dead with a soft click and Eddie tried his best to focus on everything he needed to do between now and showtime.

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It was 8:15 and Eddie was nursing a weak beer at the bar to take some of the nerves off. Chrissy wasn’t even here yet and he was already losing his mind. For someone who prided himself on not giving a shit what anyone thought, he sure gave a lot of shits when it came to what Chrissy thought. He was going over the guitar solo in his mind, tapping his fingers lightly against his glass, when Jeff came and found him.

“Hey man. Hate to pull you back early, but one of your guitar strings snapped. You need to come restring it and get it tuned.”

“Shit,” Eddie sighed, rubbing a hand through his hair. “Alright, let’s go.”

As nervous as he was, Eddie had been hoping to see Chrissy before he had to go back. He didn’t want her here by herself, but there was nothing he could do at this point. He followed Jeff backstage and set to work restringing his guitar. By the time he was done, it was too close to time to check and see if Chrissy was out there. Poking his head by a crack in the door, he tried to get a glimpse of sunshine and bubblegum in the crowd, but failed. Nothing was going like he’d hoped and it was starting to get to him that maybe tonight was ruined.

‘Fuck, pull yourself together Munson,’ he told himself. ‘She said she’d be here so she’s fucking here. End of story.’

Feeling a little relieved at his internal pep talk, he walked onstage, letting his eyes adjust to the small, familiar lights that beamed down on them. Looking out, Eddie saw a decent size crowd of about thirty people. Over the past year, the small crowd of drunks they usually played for had grown after a kid from a small community college the next town over had stopped while passing through. He’d spread the word about Corroded Coffin to some metal heads there and they started coming to see them regularly. It wasn’t much, but it was still nice to see their hard work paying off as a band.

But even in the crowd, Eddie still didn’t see the walking sun that was Chrissy Cunningham. His heart was sinking as his eyes scanned the back of the room one more time before slowly eyeing the rest of the crowd that was coming to stand towards the front of the stage. His eyes caught on a familiar head of honey colored hair and Eddie Munson felt the breath escape his lungs as he finally made eye contact with Chrissy Cunningham.

“Shit,” he hissed. It quickly became very obvious why he’d missed her in the crowd. It was cause this Chrissy looked nothing like the Chrissy Cunningham he saw on an almost daily basis.

This Chrissy had her hair down and gently curled and then mussed up to look like she had been riding a motorcycle to get here. Her face was the same except for a darker eyeliner surrounding her blue eyes that normally wasn’t there. Eddie’s eyes slowly ran themselves down her small frame, taking in everything she was wearing.

Instead of the normal bright, pastels that made up the majority of her closet, this Chrissy was wearing a large familiar Ozzy shirt, his Ozzy shirt, tied at the side showing just enough skin to make Eddie’s brain short circuit. Below the shirt was a simple black skirt.

The black skirt.

“Jesus H. Christ,” Eddie mumbled. Chrissy was already gorgeous in a way that hypnotized him. But this Chrissy Cunningham was a wet dream.

Chrissy looked down, pink dusting her cheeks before glancing back up and giving a small wave.

“Hi,” she mouthed at him.

Gareth cleared his throat, breaking the spell Eddie had been under, just long enough for Eddie to croak out their introduction.

“We’re Corroded Coffin,” he paused while the small crowd cheered a bit. He glanced back down towards Chrissy, glad his guitar was covering most of his lower half. “We have a great fucking setlist for you tonight so let’s go.”

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Chrissy felt her whole body catch on fire as Eddie Munson’s gaze caught hers and then proceeded to undress her with his eyes. She’d figured her outfit would catch his eye, but this was a whole different level. The fire she’d seen in his eyes last Friday was back and, just like before, it lit her up from the inside out.

Getting ready that afternoon hadn’t been too difficult. The only challenge was feeling comfortable in how she felt with this new look. She wasn’t used to being “the metal girl”. It made her feel like she was just playing an elaborate game of dress up. Feeling deflated, she was about to wipe off her eyeliner when Eddie had called her. Getting carried away, Chrissy mentioned she had a surprise for him.

‘Well, can’t back down now,’ she groaned in her head.

Hearing the nervous tone in his voice as he asked if she was going to bail had made her heart swell. There was no way she was backing down now. Chrissy Cunningham was going to make Eddie proud at just how metal she could be. Wearing his shirt was a no brainer. Chrissy had been sleeping in it every night, breathing in the light scent of smoke and mint that was slowly fading the longer she kept it. It’d made her feel like he was actually there in bed with her, and she blushed as she remembered touching herself more than a few times over the weekend while wearing that shirt.

Now that she was standing in front of the stage, seeing the effect she had on him, Chrissy’s fears flew out of her mind, forgotten.  She’d never felt as wanted as she did now.

The drums counted off and Corroded Coffin’s setlist started. Eddie had never really played too much guitar in front of her, although she knew it was a huge part of who he was as a person. But watching his fingers fly across the fret was intoxicating and suddenly it was Chrissy’s turn to be under his spell. The crowd around her melted away and all she saw was Eddie.

Like he could read her mind, he locked eyes with her again, belting out lyrics that she couldn’t hear. With his eyes on her again, she decided to take the chance to undress him with her eyes this time and see how well he could handle it. It was another, albeit twisted, layer in the fragile back and forth that was breaking with each second they saw each other.

Chrissy matched Eddie’s fiery gaze for a moment, then did the one thing she never allowed herself to do. She drank him in while he could see every bit of it.

Chrissy glanced at his lips, forming perfect words as he sung sweet lyrics that seemed to only be for her. When he was focused on a guitar solo, the tip of his tongue would dart out to touch his plush lips, staying caught between his teeth as he made sure to hit each riff perfectly, deep in concentration. Then she let her eyes dip to his throat, watching it move with the sound of his voice. Sweat had beaded and was beginning to make a path down, slipping under his chain necklace and into his shirt. She boldly let her gaze keep going further, following that line of sweat. Her mouth went dry as she watched his chest ripple beneath his shirt. He wore no jacket and had a simple band shirt on. It clung to him in all the right places, letting Chrissy appreciate the view while her mouth hung slightly open.

Being fully invested at this point, her eyes again visited what his fingers were doing to his guitar and it made her physically ache for him. She knew what those callused hands felt like, even if it was only from small brushes of fingers here and there. Suddenly, Chrissy wanted to let those rough fingers do so much more. She wanted to let them run down every inch of her, down to the apex of her thighs, so they could help her put out the fire Eddie had started.

Chrissy’s eyes slid towards Eddie’s left hand, where he was strumming furiously. She had no shame as she looked intensely at him, wishing she had x-ray vision so she could see through his guitar. See if she was having the same effect on him that he was having on her. She even wondered if he ever touched himself while thinking of her with that hand, the same way she had touched herself over the weekend.

After what felt like a lifetime, Chrissy swept her eyes back up Eddie’s lithe frame, taking him in one last time, before locking eyes with him again. This time, the fire in his eyes was there but a look of the most intense want joined it this time. Chrissy swore she was shaking as the song stopped. She didn’t know how much time had passed but clearly it had been a good bit, since Eddie was announcing one last song in the setlist for tonight.

“Chrissy,” Eddie murmured into the microphone. “This is for you.”

As a blush lit up her entire face, Eddie gave a classic shit-eating smirk at her, along with a wink that made her go weak in the knees. It was all over too soon and before she knew it, Eddie was off stage and the setlist was done.

She’d made her way to the bar, needing water if she was going to see Eddie. Chrissy had only made it through about half the glass when she heard commotion behind her. Glancing that way, she saw a door next to the stage open with Eddie leaning into the door frame, one arm propping himself up.

Before he could even look for her or have a chance, a few college age girls were in front of him, twirling their hair around their fingers and trying to push their cleavage suggestively higher to catch his eye.

Without even realizing, Eddie’s presence had started pulling Chrissy closer like a magnet as soon as she’d seen him. She watched the girls fiddle and flit around him as she walked slow and purposefully towards them. As she got closer, she heard the taller girl ask flippantly, “So who is Chrissy? If I let you call me that, would you take me home with you?” Eddie was left sputtering for an answer when Chrissy decided she’d had enough of that.

Without saying a word, she walked between the two girls, nudging them not so gently with her shoulders. According to Eddie, she was the Queen of Hawkins High after all. And nobody took what was supposed to be hers. She didn’t even stop to glance at the girls as their eyes finally met. Eddie’s mouth closed abruptly, holding eye contact with Chrissy.

Still locked in his gaze, Chrissy stopped at his side and snaked a hand around Eddie’s waist, letting her palm glide along every bit of muscle she could find. The fire in his eyes was turning into something more dangerous to Chrissy, and she felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her at the thought. Finally breaking their connection, Chrissy turned to look at the two girls, letting her words drip with possessiveness.

“I’m Chrissy and the only one Eddie’s taking home tonight will be me.”

Dropping her hand off his backside, her other hand slipped across the front of Eddie’s waist band, fingers catching hold of the handcuff belt buckle he always wore. With one last bitchy glance towards the girls, she dragged Eddie back through the door, leading him backstage by the buckle and shutting those two out for good.

With the door shut, Chrissy let out a huge breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. Forgetting the position she had Eddie in, she let out a small giggle as she brought her hands to her mouth and couldn’t help but laugh a bit more at how ridiculous those two girls had looked.

“You’ll be the death of me sweetheart.”

Remembering where she was with a jolt, she turned back around and, after what felt like an eternity, had Eddie Munson all to herself. She froze at the new nickname, chuckling nervously to try and brush it off. No witty remark was coming into her brain due to the short circuiting she was experiencing.

‘Sweetheart…’ Chrissy took a small breath to center herself back on earth and then smiled brightly up at him.

“You guys were great up there!” Eddie’s eyes rolled sarcastically at her praise. “No really! You never told me you could sing like that Eddie Munson and don’t even get me started on your guitar playing cause- “

Images of Eddie’s fingers, both on his guitar and then on her, flashed through Chrissy’s mind as she brought it up, bringing her train of thought to a crashing halt. She felt heat flood her face and quickly looked down. She tried to finish her thought but it came out weaker and breathier than she’d intended.

“C-cause… now I.. I feel like you’ve been keeping me in the dark with you.”

‘Dammit,’ Chrissy internally cringed at herself. ‘Way to not stick the landing.’ It was impossible to look up at Eddie, so Chrissy kept rambling, against her better judgment, while she picked at the hem of her skirt.

“Also, I need a real metal heads opinion on my outfit cause if I’m being honest, I feel like it could use a little work.” She glanced up at Eddie’s face. His eyes were squinting like he was trying to read her mind, shooting a silent question her way.

“All I really had was this skirt, and thanks to you, I had your shirt to kind of finish off the main look.” She felt his gaze drift over her again. “The hair and everything else was just guess work so I don’t know. Does it pass the ‘metal head’ test?”

After what seemed like eons, Chrissy finally stopped to breathe for more than a split second. Feeling his eyes still looking over her questioningly, she dared to peek up at him again. His eyes were fixed on where her fingers were fidgeting at the hem of the skirt, before they quickly popped back up to meet her gaze.

Eddie cleared his throat after a moment, running one of his hands through his messy hair. “Well, I’d say you managed to pretty much nail it on your first try.”

He started looking around, pink beginning to creep up his neck. “I didn’t think you’d be that into this scene very much.”

“I love it.” Chrissy blurted out immediately. Seeing his hand rise brought up images of how she’d draped herself over him not even five minutes earlier and then her blush deepened. She brought her hands to her cheeks, wondering what demon had possessed her to do any of that.

“God I am so, so sorry about all of that a second ago.” She saw Eddie’s face fall a bit and flailed desperately for a good reason why she would apologize. She wasn’t sorry in the slightest for feeling him up, but she couldn’t bring herself to admit that out loud “I.. I uh.. I just realized that they were fans and if I’ve scared them away then that’s less people to come see you and it really wasn’t my place to-“

“Don’t be.”

A thumb was brushing over her lips. A large, warm hand cupping her face.

“Don’t worry about it sweetheart.”

Chrissy’s mouth was suddenly dry and her stomach was doing flip flops at the touch. She felt the air rush out of her lungs as Eddie dropped his hand. She dropped back a couple inches until her back hit the wall. Chrissy had never felt so weak kneed in all her life. She was beginning to see why girls fell so hard for the guys in metal bands now.

Taking a huge breath and heaving it out as a sigh, Chrissy once again decided that it was time to break things up and pull herself back from teetering off the edge of this… thing they had. She pushed herself off the wall and past Eddie.

“Since when did I stop being princess, huh?” She giggled casually, trying to drop the temperature around them. It seemed to work a little as Eddie comically moved his head side to side, thinking about her question with an extra flair of drama. She eyed him, falling back into their casual back and forth they had on a daily basis. It made her relax a bit and feel more comfortable in her own skin again.

“Considering your look tonight is anything but princess material,” he started. “I’d say you lost that title as soon as you decided that wearing another guy’s Ozzy shirt was the only way to complete your outfit.”

“Well, I did say I’d bring it back to you right?” Chrissy shot him a mischievous grin that had begun to rival his own.

“Clearly,” he punctuated the air by pointing at her. “But, you weren’t intending on giving it back to me though, were you?”

‘Who said anything about not giving it back to you?’

The thought crossed Chrissy’s mind like lightning at the idea of her taking his shirt off and simply handing it back to him, like she had this past Friday afternoon. It caused her face to flush again, making her look away from Eddie’s gaze. She tried to cover the immediate tension with a chuckle.

“You got me there. Can’t get anything past you, can I Mr. Rockstar?” Chrissy sent a coy smile his way and it was Eddie’s turn to run his hands through his hair as he began pacing the backstage. He seemed to remember something and turned to her.

“Who’d you come here with anyway? You never told me.”

“Oh, I asked Nancy Wheeler. Her brother’s in Hellfire right? So, I figured she would be one of the only people that would understand why I wanted to come hang out at the Hideout on a Tuesday night.” Chrissy shrugged her shoulders casually.

“Oh shit is she waiting for you? I know school’s tomorrow or whatever.” Eddie started making his way over to the stage door again, immediate concern coming into his eyes. Before he could open the door, Chrissy grabbed his wrist without thinking about it. He stopped abruptly, glancing at where their skin met. This time Chrissy caught him swallow nervously before putting on an expression like nothing was bothering him.

“She’s not exactly here,” Chrissy slowly admitted to a stunned Eddie. “I was kind of hoping that we could hang out at your place after your setlist.” She kept going, not stopping now that she was already here. “It’s just been a while since we hung out. You know, cause we’ve had so many finals coming up. Tutoring just isn’t the same vibe, you know?”

A stunned Eddie was staring at her face, eyebrows raised into his bangs, his tongue worrying the inside of his bottom lip.

“So first you steal my shirt, and now you wanna go home with the lead guitarist of the band?” Eddie delicately, but playfully plucked her fingers off his wrist. He walked away from her, picking up the last of his things that needed to be taken to his van. “Guess you weren’t kidding out there when you told those girls you were coming home with me.” He shot her a wink, in his usual playful way but it made Chrissy flush this time around with the casual way he winked at her.

After she’d watched Eddie grab the last of his belongings, they piled into his van and started heading off towards the familiar trailer park. They sat in companionable silence, letting the music playing over the speakers break the tension. Once they arrived, and Eddie turned the engine off, they both sat there, the palpable tension from before coming back like it had never left. Chrissy was afraid that if she moved, Eddie would take her home like Cinderella having to be home by the stroke of midnight.

“I’m starving.” Eddie was the first to break the silence. “Wanna go inside and have some pizza or something?”

A few months ago, Chrissy would have recoiled at the idea, but like everything else, she’d realized after her episode at Eddie’s that she couldn’t waste her life away worrying about things her mom made her feel like shit for.

“That sounds good. I’m pretty sure all I had tonight was a half glass of water.” She chuckled, feeling like that moment had been days ago. “And I didn’t even get to finish it because of those stupid girls.” Eddie suddenly cleared his throat.

“Well that’s no good then.” He got out faster than she’d ever seen so before which was odd considering they weren’t in a rush. Chrissy gathered her small bag she’d brought with her and as she opened the door, Eddie was already there, hand extended, offering to help her get down.

“Why thank you, oh brave and gallant sir.” Chrissy had taken to calling Eddie ‘sir’ anytime he did something extremely gentleman like. She’d picked up early on in their friendship that he did things like hold doors open, offer her a chair, and more. It had quickly become something Chrissy started to love about Eddie.

“Anything for the lady.” He smirked his usual smirk as she took his hand and he helped her get down. When their hands met, Chrissy immediately focused on the feel of his callused fingers. Thoughts of those fingers running over her waist, legs, and through her hair consumed her. Instead of looking away, she found herself meeting Eddie’s gaze through hooded eyes as he tightened his grip, supporting her as she stepped down. She noticed that he didn’t dare look away either.

She could feel their fragile relationship starting to crack under the pressure of tonight and Chrissy was so close to letting it break.

Her feet met the ground, but because it was still wet and she hadn’t been looking down, the uneven earth made her stumble just a bit as she landed. Chrissy stuck out an arm to balance herself and felt Eddie take a step closer, his other hand grabbing her arm for support. The shock of him invading her space so suddenly made her fall back a bit into the passenger seat in the open van door. With his grip still tight on her hand and arm, Eddie followed her back those couple steps until they stopped.

Chrissy could only feel pure heat as Eddie hovered only inches away from her own body. The smell of mint and smoke was there as she was face to face with Eddie’s chest. Looking up slowly, she could feel everything breaking apart. She was falling over the edge and this was it.

Eddie’s jaw was clenched tight and his nostrils flared as he breathed deeper than usual. Chrissy searched his face and knew he was too sweet to ever take what they both wanted. She knew she would have to ask him, tell him what to do so he wouldn’t feel like he was crossing a line. That was always how their game worked. Chrissy’s mouth moved for a moment with no sound coming out, too embarrassed to ask the full question.

“Please, Eddie.” It came out as a whisper, floating through the heated air between them.

“Please what, sweetheart?” His voice came out graveled and strained. “You gotta tell me cause we both know I can’t take it back.” Eddie’s eyes were begging Chrissy to give him permission. At this point, electricity was bouncing through her and she needed him to close the distance between them.

“Please, Eddie I.. I need you to kiss me.”

“God, anything for you, sweetheart.”

In an instant, the two of them collided into each other, two months of tension breaking in only a split second. Eddie’s mouth was on her and Chrissy couldn’t think straight. His lips were soft and demanding as they took control, making her gasp into the sensation. With heat making him frantic, Eddie took advantage of her mouth opening, tongue tracing her bottom lip.

“Fuck,” he groaned into her. It reverberated through his chest and made Chrissy ache.

Needing to feel more of him, Chrissy wrapped her hands around his waist for the second time that night, relishing the feel of his back muscles rippling under her palms as she worked her hands up. Not stopping the movement of her lips on his, she lightly ran her nails down Eddie’s back, dropping them to his belt again. Her breaths were becoming a jagged, uneven mess as she traced her way to the front of his belt, grasping the handcuffs again.

“Jesus H. Christ Chrissy,” Eddie shuddered above her, breathless and coming up for air. Chrissy took the chance to pull him forward by his buckle, wanting to finally know if his body was as bothered as hers was. She quickly got her answer as his hips slammed into hers, not ready for the force Chrissy had used to bring him forward.

Through the material of her skirt, she felt something hard through the thick denim come to rest on her hip. This time it was Chrissy’s turn to let out a small noise of approval as she returned her lips to Eddie’s.

However, this kiss was cut short by Eddie slowly, gently putting his hands on either side of Chrissy’s face as she let out a whimper in the back of her throat, begging him for more. He slowly pulled back, peering at her with a look that made it clear he didn’t really want to stop anything they were doing.

“Shit Chrissy, as much as I want to continue doing… this,” the side of his mouth raised into a smirk. “I also don’t think it’s appropriate to do the other things I wanna do to you outside… in the open.” He dropped his gaze nervously, before looking back at her as if he still needed confirmation that what he was saying was really okay. Taking a breath, Chrissy grounded herself, and brought her hand up to hold one of his.

“Fine,” she said with a small pout. “You win this round Mr. Rockstar, but you owe me some pizza.”

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Was he dreaming? Was he in some bizarre alternate dimension where things only existed to drive him mad? Eddie Munson was having a hard time focusing on the open freezer as he grabbed a couple of pizza boxes, a cheese and a pepperoni. After throwing them on the counter, he started to work at opening the cardboard while making sure the small oven was turned on. He’d never admit it, but his fingers were shaking as he ripped the boxes open, knowing that Chrissy fucking Cunningham was sitting on his couch, staring holes into his back that was turned towards her. It was almost too much to think about how this night was turning out.

Eddie had imagined tonight for a while. He’d invited Chrissy to come see them play when they started hanging out, at first as a joke, but her genuine excitement to come watch Corroded Coffin took him off guard that day. She’d had to put it off each week though since cheer was wrapping up and then finals were taking up both of their schedules, something Eddie thought he’d never give a shit about.

He had imagined her showing up in her usual cute, preppy skirt and shirt combo, pastel and bright with her ponytail swinging behind her. He’d imagined greeting her at the door so she wouldn’t be too put off by the atmosphere of the bar, thinking how he didn’t want this to the the only time she ever came to see him play. Imaginary Chrissy had smiled gently at him as Eddie ran through the scenario in his head, wishing him luck and telling him she’d be right up front watching. He’d thought that maybe he would have glanced at her every now and then during the setlist, dedicating the last song to her, just to watch her face flush in a way he had quickly decided was his new favorite color. Then, when everything was said and done, they would have a moment backstage. Nothing crazy. Maybe just their usual quips, back and forth, to each other. Eddie had never called it flirting because that felt too dangerous.

He’d never wanted to force his own feelings  onto Chrissy, even if it started as just a small crush in the beginning. It felt like she was finally beginning to discover who she was without having Jason or her mom putting so much pressure on her. The last thing Eddie had wanted was to fill that void and suffocate her again.

But clearly Chrissy had imagined this night much different than him.

While Eddie had been focused on how adorable she would look, she had apparently wanted to show off. ‘And show off she fucking did…’ Eddie thought as he took a breath.

Not only had Chrissy walked into the bar looking like his very own, personal wet dream, she’d also decided that mentally undressing him while he was on stage was what she’d wanted to do. Sure, he knew he’d earned it after looking at her the same way, but when she did it, she dialed it up to a fucking eleven and she’d never dared to do anything like it before. It had taken Eddie off guard and had  been excruciating trying to focus on the setlist, seeing her mouth part and eyes become hooded at the sight of him just existing. Some part of him still didn’t really believe she wanted him the way he wanted her.

But images of Chrissy shoving those girls and feeling him up after the show rushed to the forefront of his mind. If he’d thought her eyes were trouble, then her hands all over him were downright illegal. He’d imagined her hugging or touching him before, but had never thought the real Chrissy would ever touch him like that. Feeling her small hands sliding up his back had made him freeze, afraid that she’d bolt like a rabbit if he made a sudden move.

‘There’s no way in hell I’m ever getting rid of this belt either,’ he thought to himself, grinning in disbelief. The way Chrissy had hooked her fingers through his belt buckle, not once, but fucking twice in one night, had his dick fighting a losing battle when he thought about it for too long. Finally his train of thought brought him back to that kiss.

Eddie let out a breath he’d been holding and let his head sag in resignation. ‘Might as well torture myself some more since this shit oven won’t heat up faster.’

Eddie Munson could definitely say for a fact that he did not have “Make Out With Chrissy Cunningham” on his bingo card for tonight. He’d thought tonight might have been a way to impress her, maybe, and then go from there. But seeing her basically pinned beneath him, asking so sweetly for him to kiss her? Shit, it did things to him. Just as he was remembering how good and impossibly soft her lips had tasted, the oven decided to beep, breaking him out of the trance she’d put him in. He shoved the pizzas in, set the timer, and finally turned to face the girl of his recurring dreams currently seated on his couch.

She was looking around, nervously playing with the hem of her skirt again, even though she’d been here a hundred times over the last couple months.

‘Fuck that skirt,’ Eddie thought to himself. Not only was it his favorite, but seeing her play with it made him want to slide his hands up her legs and just get it out of the way already.

“Hey,” Chrissy said lightly.

“Hey,” he said lamely. “Well the uh… the pizza should be done in about a half hour. Do you need anything to drink or…” he trailed off, not really sure what to do with himself now that they weren’t inches away from each other. Did he go over and hold her hand? Kiss her again? All he knew was that he didn’t want to mess this up.

“Could you show me?” she asked sweetly.

“You’re gonna have to be a lot more specific than that, sweetheart.” Did she even know how many ways he could take that question? A million thoughts, most of them absolutely filthy, flooded his mind at her question. Show her what?

“Your tattoos.” If the trailer hadn’t been deathly quiet, he would have missed the tiny whisper of an answer that she gave. Eddie noticed his new favorite color of pink once again dusting Chrissy’s cheeks and nose. He didn’t miss the fact that by tattoos, she probably meant all of them and that meant she probably wanted to see the ones that were scattered over his chest as well. The ones usually covered by his shirt.

“Why the sudden interest? You’ve never struck me as a tattoo kind of girl.” Eddie paced back and forth in front of her, trying to play it cool and not make a fool out himself by jumping out of his shirt right then and there.

“How do you know what I like and don’t like Eddie Munson?” Chrissy’s head snapped up defensively at that, her eyes filled with attitude that hadn’t been there a second ago. Able to tell that he’d hit a nerve, he put his hands up in defense.

“Okay,” he dragged out. “You’re right. I guess I shouldn’t assume when it comes to you, especially considering that tonight you look…” he trailed off, not sure what the right word to say was.

‘Like I could fuck you all night and not need to sleep.’ Eddie shook his head at Chrissy, not speaking what his mind was screaming, as he gave her whole frame another run up and down with his eyes. He didn’t think he would ever get over the image of her in his shirt.

She had to break eye contact and started messing with her damn skirt again, making heat rush to his groin for what felt like the millionth time that night.

“I’ll make you a deal,” he started as he came to stand closer to where she was sitting. “I’ll show you my tattoos if, and only if, you promise to stop touching the bottom of that skirt, okay sweetheart?” The request came out a bit rougher than he meant for it to be, if only because he was trying his damndest to not rip that skirt off of her body in the next three seconds.

Chrissy looked up at him,confusion in her eyes, clearly not understanding why that was such a problem when it was just a nervous tick she had tonight. She opened her mouth in question.

“But why would that-“

“Just trust me.” Eddie blurted out, not letting her finish the thought. The fact that she wasn’t putting two and two together reminded him that despite her look tonight, she was still the same sweet, slightly naive Chrissy. He didn’t mind, in fact he loved that about her, but he didn’t want to scare her away after just one kiss.

Shrugging a bit, she finally she finally agreed. “Okay. Deal.”

He sat down next to her, just far enough away so that he couldn’t feel her body heat. Eddie felt like he still needed her permission to touch her, which seemed ridiculous at this point, but he was adamant about never wanting her to feel cornered or pressured.

Sure enough, like she read his mind, Chrissy moved close enough that their knees were touching. It reminded Eddie of how they had sat in these exact spots just a few days ago, and yet it felt like years had passed since then. Since Eddie was wearing a short sleeve shirt, he decided to start with his arms.

“First is the bats,” he began. “This is my newest one, haven’t even had it for a whole year.”

“Does it hurt? Getting them, I mean.” Chrissy looked at him with eyes full of empathy.

“Nah, not really. Just depends on where you get ‘em. The bats weren’t too bad.” Turning his arm over, he held up his forearm. “This is probably my fave. It’s a puppet master.” Eddie smirked as he remembered coming up with the design for this one. “I helped design it so..”

Eddie twisted around a bit, pulling his sleeve up and showing her the next tattoo, higher up on the back on that same arm. He thought he heard a small sound escape Chrissy, but chalked it up to it just being the old couch.

“What is it? A dragon?” He couldn’t see her face, but Eddie could tell she had her nose scrunched up the way she only ever did when she was trying to solve a difficult problem.

“Hah. Very funny. It’s actually a wyvern.” When she made eye contact, she wore a sarcastic expression that screamed, ‘Okay and the difference is..?’

Chuckling, Eddie continued. “You can tell it’s a wyvern because it has two legs and two wings. Dragons have four legs and two wings.”

“Oh. Yeah I guess you’re right,” Chrissy chuckled after thinking about it for a couple seconds.

Before he turned back around, Eddie had already begun to sweat. He felt his stomach dropping as he decided to take a plunge. He wouldn’t touch her. That was her choice. But he quickly made up his mind.

‘Time for a little payback, I guess,’ he thought cynically.

Leaning back a bit, Eddie crossed his arms at the bottom of his shirt, grabbing the bottom hem, and proceeded to take his shirt off before he could change his mind. This time, there was no mistaking the fact that a very obvious inhale had come from Chrissy. Eddie felt a little drunk hearing audible confirmation that he was having an effect on her. When the hair was out of his eyes, they landed back on her. He saw her reach down towards her skirt in that familiar motion and quickly put his hand on hers.

“A deals a deal sweetheart.” She was bright pink at this point but still held eye contact with him, and the image made Eddie’s mouth run dry. ‘So much for not touching her,’ he thought. He softly removed his hand from her and motioned to the next tattoo on his upper chest.

“Spider,” he croaked out. He needed to pull himself together, and fast. “And beneath it is the demon.”

Chrissy was staring at them in awe. Eddie could do nothing except watch her study his chest. It was like she had forgotten where she was for a moment and was genuinely trying to figure out how the concept of tattoos worked in the first place. The heat was starting to come back, making the front of Eddie’s pants begin to tighten again, when he suddenly felt her fingertips on his demon tattoo. His pants were extremely tight now.

“I never thought they would be this beautiful up close,” she whispered. Chrissy had leaned in closer to get a better look, her fingers dragging gently along the lines inked onto his chest and her delicate breaths ghosting over his chest. Eddie groaned.

“You know Cunningham, you’re really pushing your luck here.”

As if she suddenly remembered where she was, Chrissy jerked her head up. She was surprised for a moment before her expression changed. Eddie felt his member twitch as he watched her lick her lips, fingers never leaving his chest.

“What if that’s what I want?” The words were like a loaded gun and he could tell Chrissy wanted him to pull the trigger.

“I don’t know if you’d make it home tonight.”

Looking down for a moment and then back up to his eyes, she smirked. “I told my parents I was spending the night at Nancy’s.”

Eddie’s brain completely short circuited. She really wanted this, wanted him. His brain was still trying to wrap itself around everything when another thought came to his head.

“But school tomorrow?” It took everything he had to string those three words together as he swallowed thickly.

She looked a little more nervous this time, some of her confidence waning. “Well, our finals are all over, so I just thought…”

Was she saying what he thought she was saying? “Chrissy Cunningham,” he said in his most serious tone. She wasn’t making eye contact so he gently grabbed her by the chin, turning her gaze back to him. “Are you telling me that the Queen of Hawkins High really doesn’t care about playing hooky?”

“You tell me Eddie Munson.” He felt her lean into his touch. “Are you telling me you don’t like that idea? Not even a little?”

“I don’t recall saying that sweetheart.” The body heat and electricity was back in full force. At this point, Eddie knew that he was doomed and that Chrissy was most likely welcoming his demise. But he still wanted, needed, her to tell him what she wanted. He wanted to know exactly what she wanted so he could drive her just as insane as he felt in that moment. Just like when she was pinned between him and the van, he told her what she needed to do.

“Tell me what you want Chrissy.” Her name came out in a ragged breath, the air leaving his lungs all at once. She paused for a breath before licking her lips again and meeting his gaze.

“Touch me.”

Those two, small words made Eddie’s self control snap as he dragged her mouth to meet his, picking up right where they’d left off outside. He brought both of his hands up into the back of Chrissy’s neck, pushing his hands up into her hair. It smelled like vanilla and he never thought he would love a smell so much in his life. Her hands immediately started exploring any part of his chest she could get to, lingering over his shoulders like she still wasn’t sure exactly what to do. It drove Eddie mad.

Chrissy was whimpering into his mouth, little sounds escaping here and there. Like a starved man, Eddie decided he needed more of them. He pulled his mouth off of hers for a moment, looking down at her slightly parted, bruised mouth through hooded eyes. The sight made his member swell, hard and stupidly uncomfortable in his jeans. Ignoring himself and turning all of his attention back to Chrissy, Eddie began making a path with his lips up and down her neck, coming to stop just behind her ear.

“Nobody’s home sweetheart,” he murmured into the delicate skin. “Make as many noises as you want. I know I won’t complain.” He chuckled before retracing his steps with his lips, this time giving nips and sucks along the way. Judging by how Chrissy’s voice became bolder, he guessed she’d taken his words to heart.

“Wh… why the… the skirt?”

Chrissy could barely get out her words between the panting she was trying to control. Eddie brought his head back up, looking down at her one more time. ‘Jesus Christ, you’re fucking gorgeous,’ Eddie thought involuntarily. Chrissy’s eyes got wide before looking down at Eddie’s chest.

“You really think so?” she asked, shyness creeping back into her voice.

“Shit did I say that out loud?” Eddie chuckled a bit, mentally cringing at how cheesy he must’ve have sounded. “Yeah, sweetheart. You have no idea how perfect you are.”

A shrill beeping came from the kitchen.

“God dammit,” he muttered under his breath. Eddie rolled his eyes, annoyed and definitely not hungry for pizza anymore. But Chrissy giggled in front of him, her hand still hanging onto his neck from their kiss. She looked him dead in the eye and Eddie thought he was drowning.

“Don’t worry,” she muttered, her face flushing. “I’m not going anywhere.” He didn’t understand how she could still be blushing after kissing him like that.

Not breaking eye contact, Eddie slowly got up from the couch before quickly turning around, almost sprinting to the kitchen. He felt like if he blinked or turned away, Chrissy would vanish into thin air, and this would all be some sick joke of a dream his brain was playing on him.

He jerked the pizzas out of the oven, slamming the timer to turn it and the oven off. He took one more steadying breath. How was any of this real? Even after hearing Chrissy make sounds that made him want to do every filthy thing he’d imagined in the last few days, sounds he thought he would only ever hear in his wildest fantasies about the girl, he still found himself finding it hard to believe that he affected her this much. Did she really want him touching her? Did she really find his tattoos beautiful?

But there was a catch. Eddie didn’t give a single shit. He knew he was in deep because none of that really mattered to him. Over the last two months, being Chrissy’s friend and learning about her had ruined him. The way she scrunched her nose at a difficult math problem, how she was always patient with him, the small ways she showed that she was thinking of him. That’s what had made Eddie fall hard for her. If she woke up tomorrow and decided she didn’t want any of this, sure, it would break him, utterly and completely. But that also meant that he was willing to make the most of every last second he had with her. Steeling himself, he turned back around.

“Well we didn’t burn the trailer down so..” he made a noise in the back of his throat, laughing a little at himself.

“What a relief,” Chrissy sighed dramatically, matching his sarcasm by draping a hand over her forehead, pretending to almost faint.

Seeing her heaving chest, he didn’t even pretend not to care. Eddie began prowling towards her, locking eyes with her again. He wasn’t going to waste his precious time.

“Do you really want to know why I can’t stand that skirt?” He came to a stop, standing in front of where she sat, crossing his arms as he smirked at her. Her eyes widened, lips parted as she barely let out one syllable.

“Yes.”

“It’s because,” Eddie leaned down, pinning her between his arms as he placed them on the back of the couch on either side of her head. “That particular skirt makes me want to do things to you that would make more than just your pretty cheeks blush.” His joking smile was gone and in its place was a look of a hungry want.

Not backing down, Chrissy worried her bottom lip with her teeth before meeting his gaze again. “Then why don’t you enlighten me?”

Eddie shook his head a bit at her in disbelief. “If that’s what you really want sweetheart.”

Eddie abruptly sat down next to her, but reaching over just as quickly, he grabbed  Chrissy around her waist, his hands tightening as he flipped her so that she was straddling his lap. He heard her make a small squeak.

Eddie brought his hands up to  the tops of her thighs, finally indulging in the fantasy he’d been having for a long time. Voice full of grit, he whispered into Chrissy’s ear again.

“Ever since you wore this skirt a few weeks ago, I’ve wanted to do this to you.” As he spoke, he let his hands glide upwards, pushing the skirt up and out of his way. Chrissy gave no indication for him to stop, only bringing her head down, touching her forehead to his and panting hard.

“You are going to be the death of me,” he muttered against her lips. He pushed his hands around to her backside, caressing the delicate underwear she was wearing as he unapologetically squeezed her ass. He pushed her hot center down, hips meeting hips, and they both audibly gasped in pleasure, the friction offering the first bit of relief they both desperately needed.

“I want it all Eddie. I want all of you.” Chrissy replied.

That was all it took for Eddie to give up and give in.

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Her mind was racing from all the things he was doing to her. Everywhere Eddie’s hands went, a trail of fire followed. Chrissy was both surprised and delighted at the fact that this skirt had been driving him crazy since she’d first worn it. She remembered the day she’d dug it out of her closet and the look on his face. It was burned into her memory cause it was one of the first times Eddie had just openly stared at her. It had made her insides swoop and drop and her mouth had run dry. It had also been one of the first times she’d gone to bed thinking of the look he’d given her and only being able to sleep once she’d touched herself, imagining that it’d been him instead.

Just as Chrissy was feeling triumph over her skirt, she felt Eddie’s hands push said skirt out of the way, wrapping around her thighs and she suddenly couldn’t think straight anymore. His callused hands were coming dangerously close to her core and Chrissy found that she didn’t want him to slow down or even stop.

She was aching for relief, for him, when Eddie seemingly read her mind and granted her wish. With hands gripping her from behind, he pushed her throbbing center down to meet his. Both of them let out a groan of relief and just that small sound of pleasure escaping Eddie’s mouth was enough to make her brain focus on one thing only.

“I want it all Eddie. I want all of you.” Chrissy replied. His lips were dangerously close as she murmured into his skin, forehead leaning against his. At her words, Eddie claimed her mouth again, tongue and teeth playing with her lips as she became lost.

Chrissy knew she was too far gone. She didn’t really know when it had happened, but sitting here, offering herself up, she knew she wanted to give Eddie everything she had. It wasn’t just the overwhelming lust between them tonight either. The last two months had been full of moments that had consistently taken Chrissy’s breath away.

After her breakup with Jason, being with Eddie had been like taking a breath of fresh air. The casual way he always did the little things, like opening her doors, being sarcastic with her, not expecting a blow job in the back seat after hanging out, letting her borrow cassettes of special bands here and there, treating her like an actual person with thoughts and opinions. All of those things had made Chrissy fall so hard for Eddie Munson and now she was realizing just how much. As the thoughts rushed over her, she moaned deep into his kiss, grinding herself down again to have more of that sweet friction.

“Fuuuck sweetheart,” Eddie said, voice broken like gravel. “I want you too. I just-“

His voice hitched for a second, clearly adjusting himself to help him stay on topic. His eyes finally met hers and she could see concern peeking through the fog of desire his eyes held.

“You just what?” Chrissy asked, feeling terrified he was going to stop everything. Scared she had crossed a line she shouldn’t have. As always, Eddie seemed to sense her distress and the hands on her hips rose to rub circles into the small of her back.

“I just don’t want you to regret… this… in the morning.” He looked around, punctuating his point by glancing between the two of them. “I don’t want you to think that this is something you have to do just because I clearly want you so bad.” Eddie’s eyes darkened at the end. Chrissy put her hands on Eddie’s shoulders, forcing herself to not get distracted by the feel of his skin under her.

“Why wouldn’t I want this? Why wouldn’t I want you?” Chrissy huffed, letting a bit of her frustration from earlier creep back in. “Like I said earlier, who are you to say what I like and don’t like Eddie Munson?”

His eyes looked at her wide as he tightened his hold on her, but still didn’t say anything. Chrissy took it as a sign to keep going, her gaze softening a bit.

“Trust me when I say I’m not doing this for you Eddie.” She ground her hips down into the distinct bulge in his pants seductively, proving her point. He hissed through his teeth at the contact. “I want this for me. I made that choice when I put on your shirt this afternoon and lied to my parents about where I was staying.” Her hands floated up, coming to fist in Eddie’s hair at the nape of his neck. “So don’t start thinking for one second that I don’t want you just as bad Eddie. This isn’t some quickie after a football game that I thought I never really had a choice in. This is something I’ve thought about for a while now and I need it more than you can imagine.”

Chrissy watched, and felt, him come undone as she was speaking. His eyes showed confusion, guilt, then awe, all laced with a burning look that grew more prominent. When she was done speaking, his chocolate eyes were so dark and blown out that it almost took Chrissy off guard. Almost. Taking advantage of the rare silence from Eddie, Chrissy dragged her center back down, connecting them both together again. If he wasn’t going to believe her, she’d just have to tell him, as embarrassing as it may be.

“I’ve thought about you,” she breathed into his ear, leaning forward to cover her blush with his hair. “I’ve thought about you at night, when I’m just laying there in my room.”

“Yeah princess?” Eddie’s voice cracked a bit, making Chrissy giggle. It gave her just the right amount of confidence to keep going.

“Mhmm. I even touched myself, pretending it was you.” Chrissy had barely gotten the words out when she felt the grip on her hips tighten as Eddie’s hips involuntarily jutted up to meet hers. Chrissy let out another wanton sound into his ear, his actions spurring her on.

“That’s the other thing I’ve thought about.” Eddie’s fingers were roaming and squeezing her hips, behind, and anything they could touch as she spoke. The only sounds coming from Eddie were ragged breaths against her cheek. “When I was alone, I would try to imagine how big you were and what you would feel like. And even then, you’re still a lot bigger than I thought you’d be and you feel even better.” To drive her point home, Chrissy dragged her core from the bottom to the top of Eddie’s bulge, now extremely defined in his slightly damp denim.

“So does that prove to you that I’m not going to regret this? Will you believe me when I tell you that I want you? Or are you going to make me beg Eddie Munson?”

Chrissy pulled back, staring at him again but this time his eyes were closed, mouth slightly open, clearly enjoying the things she was doing to him. He took a large breath and when his eyes opened, they were both soft and burning at the same time. Eddie sat up a bit, bringing them both to sit on the front edge of the couch. Startled from losing her footing, Chrissy wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist without thinking. They were only a breath apart.

“You win sweetheart. I believe you.” Eddie swallowed thickly, his throat bobbing. It made Chrissy’s mouth water. Eddie grabbed her backside, firmly supporting her, and stood up in one swift move. Chrissy let out a small yelp that made Eddie simply smirk at her. He moved to the kitchen and placed her on the countertop for a brief moment before capturing her chin between his fingers again. That one movement made Chrissy ache, hoping he’d put those fingers anywhere and everywhere.

“Tell me. Tell me what else you imagined me doing to you.” Eddie gritted out. Chrissy’s embarrassment came flooding back as she remembered a detail that her mind had imagined one night when she was in the heat of making herself come to thoughts of Eddie. She broke eye contact.

“You… you sure?” she whimpered.

“Absolutely Chrissy.” He dragged her head back up, forcing her to meet his eyes again. “I want to give you whatever you want tonight.” The apex of her thighs began to throb when he said her name, but more importantly, he made her feel safe. Like he wasn’t going to laugh at her or judge her. The images flashed through her mind again.

“Your cuffs…” she mumbled. Eddie’s eyes squinted just slightly as he watched her.

“What about them sweetheart?” His voice dropped dangerously low and it was something Chrissy didn’t know his voice could do. It made her mind begin to run wild and then she reminded herself that none of it had to be a part of her imagination anymore. Chrissy let her hands lower down to Eddie’s bare chest as she looked up through her lashes at him.

“When I was… touching myself once… I imagined that you’d…” She took a steadying breath. “That you’d put me in them.”

“And how did that make you feel?” Eddie’s eyes were glazed over, like his mind was a canvas and Chrissy was painting the image for him.

“It was one of the best ones,” she barely whispered.

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie sighed. As if possessed, he brought his lips back to cover hers, finally granting her wish.

Everything was teeth and tongues, hot and wet. Eddie picked her back up roughly again and began walking her back to his room. All Chrissy could focus on was his mouth. It was doing unspeakable things to her but all she thought about was how soft it was as he started kissing and nipping at a spot just behind her ear. His lips were like sin and they were devouring her, body and soul. The next thing Chrissy knew, she was falling back onto Eddie’s mattress.

She’d been in his room before to grab things for Eddie but had never been in here with him. It was this unspoken rule they’d had over the last couple months, like they knew what would’ve happened if they’d come in here together. Chrissy let out a small whimper as Eddie, on his knees, lifted himself up and she lost contact with his chest.

“Time to give me that shirt back sweetheart.”

Chrissy shivered. Propping herself up on her elbows, she scooted back a bit and sat up as much as she could. Most girls would have been shy. Most girls should have been shy. But with Eddie, Chrissy found herself feeling brave, braver than she’d ever been with Jason. Without breaking eye contact, she gently took his shirt in her hands and pulled it over her head, letting her back arch a bit just for show.

When she looked back up, she saw Eddie’s chest breathing erratically, like it was taking everything inside of him to not rip every bit of clothing off of her. Chuckling a little, Chrissy took the shirt and threw it at Eddie’s chest.

“Happy now Mr. Rockstar?”

The only response she got from Eddie was him breathing deep, eyes darting up and down her form, taking her in.

“Can I really touch you?” Eddie looked at her like he was in pain, like he couldn’t believe she was here in front of him and that she wasn’t going to disappear. It made Chrissy’s heart clench in the best way possible.

“It’s all I want Eddie,” she replied with a genuine smile.

His reply was a groan and an adorable roll of his eyes. His lips came back down, hungrily attacking her lips again. It made Chrissy relax down into the bed, bringing him down with her. Slowly, Eddie worked his way down from her mouth and over her throat. His words from earlier flashed through her mind.

‘Nobody’s home sweetheart.’

Taking it to heart, Chrissy didn’t hold back her sounds as she let herself be taken in by his attention. He was kissing along the edge of her bra, the same one from last Friday, when he grinned into her skin. He looked up at her and her heart skipped a beat.

“Do you know how many times I thought about this fucking bra after seeing it on you?” he murmured. He didn’t let her reply before going right back to torturing her skin with licks and nips.

Eddie’s hands started at her waist and slid up her sides. She shivered at the feeling of his fingers and the heavy rings that were there. When he reached her bra, they wrapped around her, gently lifting her back off the bed. With a simple flick of his wrists, the clasp was undone. He rose up and looked at her, waiting for Chrissy to take it off expectantly. Channeling some of Eddie’s flair for dramatics, she raised an eyebrow at him as she slid the bra off gently, laying it to the side.

“Shit Chrissy.”

It sounded like the air from Eddie’s lungs had disappeared and knowing she had that effect on him, made Chrissy feel powerful. She grabbed Eddie’s hands that were now dangling at his sides and slowly brought them to cover both of her breasts. Moaning, she squeezed his hands just to feel more of him.

“Your hands are amazing,” Chrissy panted. “They were all I could think about while you played tonight.” Trying not to feel embarrassed, she tossed her head back, letting the feel of him be the only thing she thought about.

Suddenly, pleasure shot through her hot center as she felt two callused fingers pinch her nipple. Eddie’s warm mouth came to suck at her other breast, letting his tongue lave attention on her. Chrissy’s hands instinctively gripped the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer and begging for more. She’d had a feeling his tongue would be dangerous, but she was excited to find out just how dangerous it would be for her. After what seemed like hours but was probably only seconds, Chrissy wanted to have a turn with him.

“Please Eddie,” she begged. “I need you.” She pulled back on his hair, causing him to let go of her for a moment.

Taking her chance, she pushed up, causing Eddie to stand off of the bed. Sitting up, Chrissy was at the perfect height to grab for his belt buckle for the third time that night. She pulled him closer and began fumbling with the buckle. After a couple seconds, she finally figured it out and managed to slip both it and his pants down. In his boxers was an obvious and very impressive tent. It was intoxicating to see the effect she had on him up close. Glancing up, she looked him in the eye, asking his permission.

“Can I really touch you?” She echoed Eddie’s question from earlier, wanting him to feel the same way she had before.

“You can have whatever you fucking want,” he let out through clenched teeth.

Taking that as her cue, Chrissy put her fingers underneath the waistband of his boxers, and slowly let them slide off. What she saw took her breath away. Eddie’s member was impressive in length, exaggerating his lean frame.

“Shit,” she muttered.

“I didn’t know you had a filthy mouth sweetheart.” Eddie’s voice was low and dangerous as his fingers caressed the side of her face.

Letting out a breathy chuckle, Chrissy brought her hand up to grip the base of Eddie’s dick, loving the sound he made as she did so. She let herself enjoy the feel of him, softer than she thought he’d be and yet also hard as steel. She let herself pump him, hypnotized by how he closed his eyes and threw his head back, just enjoying the feel of her wrapped around him. It didn’t take long before Chrissy needed to know how he tasted.

Bringing her lips closer, she decided to skip the pleasantries and just take what she wanted. Without warning, Chrissy let her lips and mouth wrap around Eddie’s member, moaning as she took him deep into her mouth. A sharp pull on her hair and him letting out a string of expletives told her she was doing exactly what he liked. Eddie took her hair and guided her into a rhythm, showing her the exact pace he enjoyed. It was slow at first, letting her enjoy the taste of him on her tongue before he began to slowly speed up, his dick going deep into the back of her throat. Eventually he pulled out of her mouth completely, looking down at her with eyes half lidded and amazed.

“I’m not gonna last long if you keep doing that sweetheart.” Eddie’s hand came and grazed her jaw, his thumb brushing her lips roughly as he spoke. “I think it’s my turn now.”

Gripping her hips again, Eddie dragged Chrissy to the edge of the bed. Mirroring her actions from earlier, he unzipped her skirt before tucking his fingers into the waistband. It was torture watching him drag her skirt down as he looked at her. Chrissy felt herself flush at the attention, wanting to close her eyes, but not able to actually do it. When her skirt was off, Eddie dragged a finger over her hot center, making Chrissy let out the loudest sound she had yet.

“You’re so wet already,” Eddie said, amazed at the evidence before him. Glancing up at her, his brown eyes asking if it was really okay, he slowly brought her panties down and off of her figure.

“God you are…” Eddie took a breath. “You are so fucking gorgeous.” Chrissy blushed at his words. They were something she’d never really heard when she was in this position before. It was a foreign feeling to actually be on the receiving end of it.

“Eddie please,” she whimpered.

“My pleasure,” he said.

And just like that he descended on her. His tongue sent shockwaves through her body and her brain short circuited. It was as if she forgot how to breathe in that moment. Eddie’s tongue carved a path from the bottom of her slit to the top, stopping at the top to give her clit the attention it deserved. He acted like a man starved, desperate to taste every inch of her. Chrissy shuddered as his tongue made it back to her entrance, circling as he explored what she liked. Eddie slipped his tongue inside her and Chrissy thought she was in heaven. Her hands fisted in his hair, harder than before, as she wantonly pressed his face closer into her core. Eddie let out a groan and the vibrations made Chrissy spiral.

“I can’t take much more Eddie,” she panted, barely getting the words out. At that, he stopped, bringing himself up over her again. He kissed her heavily, both of them tasting themselves on the other. Carefully, he pulled back, looking down at her.

“How do you want this sweetheart? I have condoms I can use if you want.” The gravel in his voice took Chrissy’s breath away for the millionth time that night.

“I’m on the pill so…” Chrissy couldn’t finish her sentence, embarrassed by the filthy ways her mind wanted to end it. Like he read her mind, Eddie asked further, looking for explicit consent on what she wanted.

“Do you want me to finish inside you or no? Cause once I start, I won’t be able to think straight so you better tell me now.” His heated eyes were on her, watching her every move as she squirmed in place. It was like he knew his words were lighting a fire in her and he got off on watching her.

“In… inside…” The word came out as a small mewling noise. Chrissy looked up at him as she panted, unable to stand the anticipation anymore.

“Fuck, absolutely sweetheart,” Eddie moaned.

Gently, he lined himself up with her entrance and slowly began to push in. Chrissy’s mouth opened but no sound came out as she locked eyes with Eddie. Her fists clenched into his bedsheets as he kept going, slowly stretching her with as much self control as he could find. The only sound in the room was their ragged breaths as he finally pushed all the way in. He was long and hit Chrissy deep in a way she found delicious. She bit her lips before finally speaking.

“Eddie if you don’t start moving I’m gonna go crazy.” She sucked in a breath as he pulled out just a bit.

“Shit,” he breathed. It was the only word of warning before he began to move.

Just like with his tongue, Eddie started slow, letting both of them get used to the feeling. It was like torture to Chrissy as she felt like she could no longer form coherent sentences. Eddie then began to speed up, setting a pace that began to leave both of them breathless. He angled himself in a way that had Chrissy seeing stars every time he slammed into her and her sounds began to increase in volume.

“Y-yes.. right there… Eddie please!” she loudly encouraged. His only response was a low groan in the back of his throat at her words.

His pace picked up again, and Chrissy could tell they were both getting close to falling over the edge. While still pumping into her at a maddening pace, Eddie leaned over her, forehead almost touching hers.

“Fuck, sweetheart… I want you to cum for me so hard…” Eddie’s whispers worked like a magic spell. Chrissy was suddenly falling over the edge, unable to help herself, as her release hit her hard. She felt herself tighten around Eddie’s dick, seeing stars and bringing him with her into oblivion.

Watching her the entire time, he groaned deep and low, as his cock spasmed inside of her.

“Fuck… Chrissy… so good…” he murmured.

Chrissy felt his warm seed shoot inside of her and moaned at the feeling. Drinking in the feeling for a few moments, Chrissy closed her eyes. She felt the high of her orgasm wearing off and wrapped her arms around Eddie.

“Shit,” he hissed, as he gently pulled himself out of her, letting his forehead drop to hers. He gently kissed her, deep and slow, just enjoying the taste of her in the aftershocks of their climax.

They collapsed into a heap next to each other, with Chrissy wrapping herself around him and Eddie simply holding her like she was grounding him to the earth. They both drifted, lifeless and free for a bit, simply enjoying the feel of each other for a small bit of the night.

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Something warm was tickling Eddie along his throat. It was gently pulling him out of his current dream. The dream was soft, with images of a naked Chrissy running through his mind.

‘God I wish I could have her,’ his half asleep brain muttered to itself.

The feeling at his throat was becoming hard to ignore and pulling his attention further away from sleep. Finally Eddie’s eyes opened and, for a moment, all he could see was his room through a curtain of strawberry blonde hair. Confused, Eddie grunted a bit, before everything that had happened earlier came rushing back to him. Letting out a small groan, images of him gripping Chrissy’s hips, tasting every inch of her, and feeling her tight walls surrounding his member, all came crashing down around him.

Glancing down one more time, he finally recognized the feel of Chrissy’s soft, perfect lips grazing along the line of his throat and jaw. She was working her way up and down, leaving little licks that were driving him absolutely insane. He brought his hands up to rub circles along her spine, mainly so he could make sure that none of this was a dream.

“Am I dreaming or is Chrissy Cunningham actually in my bed?” Eddie sent a lopsided, lazy smile her way that brought that familiar dusting of pink across her face. Taking it as encouragement, Eddie kept going.

“What time is it sweetheart?” he mumbled. Had they slept through the whole night already?

“It’s only 1:30. I think we fell asleep for about forty-five minutes?” Chrissy replied, scrunching her nose up in her usual way, like she wasn’t draped across his chest, completely naked in Eddie’s bed. She had no idea the havoc her fingers were causing inside his brain as they drew small patterns into his collarbone.

“Well that’s good,” he said, letting out a throaty chuckle. “Because if I’d slept longer, it may have been harder to realize that you’re really here and not just my imagination running wild.”

Chrissy paused, looking down at his chest. As cheesy as it was, the thought ran through Eddie’s mind that she looked like an angel. His mouth went dry when she slightly adjusted herself against his chest and he could feel her nipples graze his. Despite already wearing himself out, Eddie’s dick twitched at the feel. The sound of Chrissy’s voices pulled him out of his fantasy abruptly.

“Eddie, I…” Her voice sounded small with worry and it made Eddie stop.

This was it. A million thoughts ran through his head but the main ones were telling him that his time was up. It’d been a good ride, but Chrissy was probably realizing that this must not be what she wants. Every doubt and insecurity Eddie had ever had about his friendship with Chrissy reared it’s ugly head, even though she’d made it very clear she wanted him only a few hours ago. But it didn’t matter. Eddie never felt like he would be good enough for how perfect she was. All he could do was stare and wait for her to finish her sentence with a pit in his stomach.

“I know we said we would blow off school but,” she peeked up with the sweetest puppy dog eyes he’d ever seen. “I kinda want to show up and walk around with you.”

Eddie let out a huge breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. Still blushing, Chrissy kept mumbling into his chest.

“I know it’s a stupid idea but I kinda like the idea of you showing me off. I mean it was so stupid when Jason did it and I hated it but the idea of telling everyone that your mine is kind of nice and… and… and I’ll shut up now.”

Chrissy proceeded to bury her head into his chest, not able to look at him. She let out an embarrassed groan and all Eddie could do was  let out a small laugh.

“See? I knew you’d think it was stupid…” she mumbled.

“Oh no sweetheart,” Eddie put a finger on her chin, dragging her face up to look him in the eye. She was bright red. “I don’t think you realize that I would probably jump off a cliff if you told me that’s what you wanted.” Chrissy looked at him, eyebrows furrowing.

“I’d pretty much do whatever you wanted at this point Chrissy Cunningham. You own me.”

Chrissy’s lips parted in disbelief at his words and Eddie watched her eyes darken a bit.

“Speaking of, I know we did this all a little out of order but uh…” Eddie cleared his throat, stalling for time more than anything. “Would you wanna maybe date the freak of Hawkins High?”

It was Eddie’s turn to blush as he spoke, heat coming to his cheeks and making him feel hot underneath Chrissy. She was silent for a beat before slowly bringing her mouth up to meet his. This kiss wasn’t the heavy, rushed kisses from before. This one was soft, slow, and tender as they just enjoyed being wrapped up in each other. It made Eddie feel drunk in a matter of seconds. Eventually, Chrissy moved back, giving him an answer he thought he’d never get from her.

“I wouldn’t want anyone else Eddie.” She smiled up at him and Eddie thought the world had stopped spinning. It was a feeling he didn’t think he’d ever get used to. He gathered her up in his arms and simply held her for a few moments, breathing her in and reminding himself that she really did want him as much as he wanted her. It was intoxicating.

“I know we decided to go to school but…” Chrissy stopped and rubbed her backside gently against Eddie’s groin, feeling the stiff member lying in wait. “You think we could maybe…”

She didn’t need to say anymore, as he groaned in pleasure at how she felt. He bucked his hips back up into her, amazed that she was so willing to have him again.

“Like I said,” Eddie whispered into her ear. “I’ll do whatever you want sweetheart.” As he spoke, he brought his hands around to her front, letting them drift lower until his fingers met with her hot center. Remembering how good she’d felt, it spurred him on as he dipped his fingers into her.

“Fuck,” Eddie groaned, stretching the word out. “How long have you been this wet?” Chrissy couldn’t manage a reply right away, instead just whimpering into Eddie’s pillow.

“Tell me sweetheart,” he murmured into her hair.

“Thi-this whole… this whole time,” Chrissy said, panting in time with the circles Eddie’s fingers were rubbing onto her center. Eddie didn’t think he would ever get to fuck Chrissy twice, let alone once, in one night and yet here he was. His mouth was dry but his dick was twitching and hard.

Letting out a moan at her words, Eddie moved above her, caging her in with his arms. Chrissy’s whimper wasn’t lost on him and it made him need to be inside her again. Looking at her beneath him was a sight for sore eyes, her hair mussed, lips bruised, and gazing at him like he was the answer to all her prayers. Eddie lowered himself to give her a small kiss, and she hungrily accepted it, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Please Eddie…” Chrissy begged. Just hearing her beg made Eddie almost cum right then and there. Almost.

“You know the rules by now. You gotta tell me what you want from me Chrissy.”

She let out another whimper at the sound of him saying her name. Chrissy ran her hands down Eddie’s chest and he had to close his eyes at how good it felt. Suddenly, her hand wrapped around his dick and she gave it a few good pumps before letting her thumb smear the tip. Cursing, Eddie opened his eyes again to see only lust in Chrissy’s face.

“I want my boyfriend to fuck me. That’s what I want.” Chrissy’s voice shook only a small bit but Eddie didn’t mind. This moment was going to play on loop in his head for a long time, maybe forever if he was lucky.

“Anything for you,” Eddie breathed. Bracing himself on his elbow, he brought his other hand to rest over hers that was still wrapped around him. He helped her guide his member to her opening and he groaned just from feeling the wetness on his dick. Slowly, he pushed in, both of them exhaling and looking only at each other as he did.

Eddie set a much slower pace than before, relishing in how she felt around him. The first time had been a flurry of tongues, teeth, and groping until it was all over. This time was slow, soft, and that was even better cause it meant he had time to basically worship the girl beneath him.

“Eddie… more. Please… more.”

Chrissy’s request made him smirk and he brought a hand up, brushing over the swell of her breasts, still not stopping the torturous pace he’d set down below. He found her nipples already peaked and brought a finger up to squeeze it. Eddie hadn’t had time to appreciate her breasts last time, so he drank in the sight of her chest heaving, pushing herself more into his hands.

“Good girl,” Eddie spoke. “You’re so fucking perfect.” And he meant it.

Chrissy continued to whimper and clench around his dick as they kept moving slowly towards another release. Eddie kept whispering praises to her, noticing that she would clench and whine more each time he did. It didn’t take long until their pace was increasing and Eddie found himself gripping Chrissy’s hips yet again.

“Eddie… I’m… I’m so… so close…” Chrissy threw her head back as she spoke.

“Look at me Chrissy,” Eddie said. Her eyes snapped up to meet his at the sound of her name, a loud moan coming from her.

“That’s my girl.”

Eddie was losing his composure and fast. His hips were beginning to rut into hers faster, all sense of slowness gone at this point. The only thing that existed was Chrissy wrapped around his cock, tight and hot. Needing her to cum with him, Eddie gripped her hips harder.

“Shit you feel so good. Show me what a good girl you are and cum just for me Chrissy.”

At the sound of her name, Chrissy let out a guttural moan that carried Eddie’s name on it. It was loud and intoxicating. Hearing her come undone and feeling her dripping core grip him like a vice sent Eddie over the edge right along with her. His hips jerked forward only a few more times, feeling himself empty into Chrissy. The only word coming from his mouth was her name, spoken over and over like a prayer. When they both were spent, he collapsed beside her, still holding her in one of his arms.

“Christ Cunningham,” he spoke into her hair, nuzzling into it like it was his only lifeline. “You wanna go to school after that?” She giggled a bit giving his cheek a small peck.

“I thought you said you’d do anything I wanted,” she spoke. Eddie could hear the sarcastic smile in her voice and snorted in disbelief.

“Just set the damn alarm and get over here.”

Chrissy reached over and,  after fiddling with the clock next to Eddie’s bed, she snuggled back into his side. It wasn’t long before they both were asleep, enjoying the peace and quiet for a few private hours.

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A blaring alarm dragged Chrissy out of her slumber. Remembering the events of last night, she became flushed. Two months and finally they’d reached a tipping point. Chrissy glanced over at the boy next to her slowly rising from his sleep. Her heart swelled as she thought about how caring he’d been to her and how he said he would do anything for her.

‘What did I do to deserve him?’ she thought. Her mind rushed back to the present and she thought about her plan for today. Sure everyone at school had seen them hanging out after her and Jason broke up. There were plenty of rumors about how their study sessions went. At the time, they’d all been nothing but elaborate fantasies that Chrissy had admittedly indulged in from time to time. But now? Now they were true and that made all the difference. Chrissy wanted nothing more than to walk this last week of high school on  Eddie’s arm.

‘Let them talk,’ she thought as she rolled her eyes in bed, slowly moving to get up. Before she could move too far, a familiar pair of arms wrapped around her waist, gently pulling her backside into Eddie’s chest. She heard him mumble and groan into her back and she chuckled at him.

“Come on sweetheart. Do we really need to go to school?” Eddie opened his eyes blearily, kissing her tenderly between her shoulder blades. She turned around in his arms, and for a moment, he took her breath away. His hair was everywhere but still managed to look soft and welcoming. He reminded her of a painting. Gathering her sanity, Chrissy smiled coyly up at him.

“It’s the last week Eddie.” She kissed him softly before continuing. “Besides, don’t you want to show up with the Queen of Hawkins on your arm? Don’t you want the satisfaction of shoving it in everyone’s faces?” Chrissy blushed a bit before she spoke again. “Don’t you want them to know I’m yours?”

At that, Eddie’s eyes flew open and locked with hers. His eyes were clearly hungry and had ideas for how they could spend their day instead. But before he could get a word in, Chrissy peeled herself off of him, shivering a bit from the loss of heat. She felt Eddie’s eyes staring at her and she felt her very naked body flush. Trying her best to remain oblivious, she looked around the room until she found what she was looking for.

Crumpled on top of an open dresser drawer, Eddie’s Hellfire Club shirt called out to her. Not looking at Eddie, but knowing he was watching her intently, Chrissy pulled the shirt on over herself. The oversized shirt reached the tops of her thighs and the arms, quarter sleeves on Eddie, reached down to her wrists instead. Once it was on, she finally flashed a glance back towards the bed, smirking at the sleepy boy behind her. Eddie let his head fall back into the pillow as he let out a groan.

“You really are trying to kill me aren’t you sweetheart?” Picking himself up, he sat on the edge of the bed. Chrissy blushed at how this put Eddie on full display and she could see the obvious effect she was having on him.

“Is it not working?” Chrissy knew exactly what she was doing. She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t thought of this exact scenario in her head before. She walked to stand between Eddie’s legs, wrapping her arms around his neck. He placed his chin on her chest, below her breasts and looked at her like she hung the moon. It made her heart stutter again and she had to fight the urge to stay home with him.

“Oh it’s definitely working. But if you want to make it to school, then you better not push my self control.” He spoke the last part into her skin and Chrissy shivered.

“Can I wear some of your clothes to school?” Chrissy whispered her question into his hair, hoping he wouldn’t deny her. She didn’t want anyone to question what was happening between them anymore. Hell, if she could announce it over the PA system she would. She giggled at the thought.

“Well that depends Cunningham,” his hands slid up and down her lower back. “What do I get out the deal if I agree?”

A million thoughts flooded Chrissy’s mind, none of them ending with the two of them making it to school on time. She let her nails lightly run over his shoulders.

“Well I guess you’ll find out after school Munson.” Eddie’s mouth twitched into a smile as he heard her match his energy.

“Fair enough. But don’t blame me when you get home late tonight.”

—

After Chrissy had escaped Eddie’s arms, she’d gone and put herself together quickly in his small bathroom. It was pretty simple to fix herself up with the supplies she’d brought in her small bag from last night. She decided to wear her skirt from last night but styled Eddie’s Hellfire shirt on her so it didn’t swallow her whole. Feeling like something was missing, she looked at herself wondering what she needed. It hit her like a bolt of lightning and she went back out to Eddie’s room.

He was standing, innocently buckling his pants and Chrissy thought that there was no way she would ever get tired of watching him. She let her eyes wander to the small chair sitting in the corner and she found exactly what she was looking for. Walking over to grab her prize, he eyed her curiously. She picked up his denim vest covered in patches and buttons, turning to look at him, her eyes asking for permission.

“You sure you wanna wear that princess?” He looked at her, hungry, but it also made Chrissy feel like he was still trying to give her an out. Trying to let her back out of making a mistake. The thought of Eddie still feeling unsure made Chrissy’s heart ache. It made her want to prove him wrong at every chance.

“Absolutely. Who needs a stupid letterman jacket when I can have you instead?” She slung the vest around her shoulders. It swallowed her, but she didn’t care. It smelled delicious and knowing that she would get to inhale him all day was the best kind of drug she could’ve asked for.

Without giving her a chance, Eddie was in front of her in a split second, grabbing Chrissy’s face between his hands. His lips slanted over hers and for a moment time stopped. He tasted like mint from his toothpaste and Chrissy couldn’t get enough.

“I’m not gonna fight you Chrissy. I meant it. I’ll do anything you fucking want.” His eyes were burning into hers and she lost her breath for the millionth time that morning. The thought entered her head that if this was what the rest of her life looked like, she would die happy. Not able to process the intensity of that idea, she decided to figure it out later.

“Good. Now, are you gonna go show me off or keep me all to yourself this morning?”

—

They pulled into the Hawkins High parking lot to see everyone milling around before school as usual. It felt like school mornings were made for people watching, everyone gossiping and catching up on their latest plans. Eddie parked in his usual spot towards the back of the lot, nobody paying them any attention. Yet.

“Last chance,” Eddie said. “Sure you want to trade in the title of ‘Queen’ for ‘Freak’?”

“Absolutely,” Chrissy said without hesitation. Leaning across the van, Chrissy gave Eddie a small kiss. “I’ve been one this whole time remember?” They both laughed a bit before Eddie left the van first. He came around to her door, opening it dramatically. Chrissy could tell he was going to put on a show today, but it only made her more excited. For once she wasn’t sure how her day would go and it felt good.

At first they walked next to each other and nobody batted an eye. But as they got closer to the school, Chrissy felt heads turn and whispers begin to fly. She knew how fast news traveled at school. Chrissy decided to put on her best queen bee attitude and looked up at Eddie. He was looking back at her smirking, and it looked like he was proud of her. It sent a wave of desire crashing through her and Chrissy realized today would be a long day.

Eventually, they made it to Chrissy’s locker and she began to grab her things for first period. People were still looking at them and it sent a thrill through her. She wanted everyone to know that she had won. She’d found the best prize at this school and nobody else could have him.

“Hey Freak.” Chrissy heard Jason speak behind her and she immediately wanted to kick him. Before Eddie could respond, Chrissy wheeled around and looked Jason in the eyes.

“Yes?” she asked, her voice dripping with saccharine sweetness. She noted how Jason’s eye twitched at her appearance, taking him off guard.

“Chrissy do you even know what you’re doing?” Even though she’d made it clear for two months that they were nothing, Jason clearly still felt like he had to have some kind of control. It drove her insane and she’d had enough.

“Yeah Jason. For the first time in four years I know exactly what I’m doing.” She looked Jason up and down in disgust, not understanding how she’d tolerated him for so long. Chrissy turned her head back to where Eddie was standing and saw him holding in a laugh behind his grin.

She took a step towards him, wrapping her arm around his waist, seeing his eyes flash a question at her for a moment.

“Eddie?” she breathed, eyes hooded and telling him exactly what she wanted.

“Anything for you sweetheart.”

That was all it took for him to grant her wish and bend his head down, lips meeting hers. Chrissy wanted everyone to know and for a moment, she thought she understood Eddie’s love for dramatics. The kiss could have been brief. It could have been sweet. But Chrissy wanted him too bad. She pressed her body into Eddie’s and let everyone else fall away. She slid her tongue against Eddie’s mouth and it made Chrissy’s core heat and made her immediately regret coming to school for the first time in her life. By the time she had came back up for air, she whimpered at the loss.

“Don’t you have somewhere else to be Jason?”she asked, breathless. Jason’s face was red in anger and embarrassment at Chrissy’s wanton display.

“Bye.” She punctuated her final statement with her hand coming up to flip off the golden boy that had held her under his thumb for way too long.

“You heard the lady.” Eddie added in behind her. “And what the lady wants, the lady gets.”

Jason stormed off and Chrissy immediately devolved into a fit of giggles. Eddie wrapped his arm around her waist, dragging her along with him down the hallway and to her first class of the day. To Chrissy, it felt like the first day of the rest of her life.