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It's Monday evening. You just got home from work, and it's been a long day.

No one's home. Wayne's at work, and Eddie's with his band, rehearsing for the battle next weekend. It's the first time you're at the trailer alone.

And it feels... normal.

Eddie gave you a key. Cleaned out some drawers in his dresser. Made space for your stuff, your guitar.

It's your shared room now.

Your home.

You step inside, exhaling loudly as you lock the door behind you. Your boots come off first, then your jacket, tossed over the back of a chair. The trailer is its usual level of messy. Cans, overflowing ashtrays, dishes in the sink.

You don't mind. You live here without paying anything, and the least you can do is help out. So, you do. You start picking up, gathering cans, emptying the ashtrays, putting away dishes. The fridge is half-empty, unsurprisingly, but you make yourself a PB&J, eating it right there at the counter, looking around.

It's quiet. Not in a bad way. Just... peaceful. Not some feeling you're used to from the old places you had to call your home before.

Eventually, you take a long shower, washing the day off, letting the heat soak into your muscles. Fresh clothes after, just some underwear and one of Eddie's long shirts. You grab your guitar and sit down on his bed, your song notebook resting against your bare thigh. Plugging into the small amp, you turn it down low, fingers moving over the strings, working quietly on your music, enjoying the time by yourself to actually focus. Your gaze drifts to the mirror by Eddie's door, catching on the small gum wrapper stuck to the glass.

Rick's number, scribbled in black ink.

Rick. Lead singer of Vanguard. That band you watched on your birthday and coincidentally met at the venue again the following day, and somehow ended up performing your song to.

Call me when you're ready.

You look away. Focus back on the guitar.

Yesterday still feels like a fever dream. The band, your song, singing in the warehouse. Ricks number. Eddie's pride.

The endorphins in your body, and how quickly they died when you went to your old apartment to grab a few more of your things.

When Lauren lost her shit on you, again. When they officially kicked you out of your band. And how Eddie silenced Lauren, ice cold and reckless, when he finally had enough.

You sigh, push your thoughts away and focus on your guitar again, humming along to the melody your fingers tickle from its strings. But it won't work. Not really. You're too wound up, too tense. The song won't work out. You try it over and over again, but it just... doesn't feel right.

At some point, exhaustion creeps in. You quickly brush your teeth and curl up in Eddie's sheets, the scent of him surrounding you, warm and familiar, missing him next to you as your eyes close. Still, thankfully, it only takes seconds for you to fall into a light sleep, waiting for him to come home to you.

It's the middle of the night when the sound of the front door creaking open stirs you.

At first, you barely register it, lost in the haze of sleep, but then - clunk. A boot hitting the floor. A muttered curse. The rustling of fabric.

You blink your heavy eyes open just as Eddie stumbles inside the bedroom, not nearly as quiet as he thinks he's being. The scent of beer and cigarettes drifts through the room, but it's mixed with something minty, like he at least had the decency to try and cover it up before crawling into bed with you.

Not that it helps much.

He fumbles with his belt, kicking off his jeans, nearly losing his balance in the process. You watch him through sleep-lidded eyes as he tugs his shirt over his head and finally climbs into bed with a heavy sigh.

Before you can even pretend to go back to sleep, he's on you.

A warm arm snakes around your waist, pulling you flush against him. His lips press against the back of your shoulder, then your neck, then your hair. He inhales deeply, exhaling against your skin, murmuring something incoherent but sweet.

"Baby, you're drunk", you mumble, voice thick with sleep.

"Tipsy", he corrects immediately, his words just slightly slurred, proving you right. You smirk, eyes still closed, letting him hold you, letting him kiss your shoulder. His grip tightens around your waist, his hand splayed over your stomach as he pulls you even closer. His body is warm, too warm, like he's still buzzing from the alcohol and the energy of rehearsal. "Missed you", he breathes, nosing into your neck, pressing another lazy kiss to your skin.

You chuckle sleepily, "You saw me earlier".

"Still missed you". Another kiss on your neck. Then another. His fingers slip under the hem of your shirt, tracing slow, absentminded patterns against your stomach. "S'not fair... you get to be here all warm in my bed while I'm out there playin' my ass off..."

You hum, closing your eyes again, "Poor baby".

"Mhm", he mumbles, lips trailing up to your ear, breath warm and slow, his whole body molding against yours. You can feel his heart pounding. Or maybe that's your own. Either way, you start to drift again, letting his warmth lull you back to sleep.

And then you feel his hardening dick. Firm. Pressing right against your ass.

You go still for a second before a small smirk creeps onto your lips. "Eddie."

He makes a noise, a mix between a hum and a sigh, like he's already half-asleep himself.

"You really missed me, huh?"

A low chuckle rumbles against your back as his hand tightens on your waist, his hips shifting slightly, just enough to press even closer. "Told you", he murmurs, lips brushing against your ear, "So unfair".

You bite back a laugh, shaking your head slightly, feeling the heat of him pressed against you, his breath warm on your neck. He's so needy like this, all soft and tipsy and in love. "You need to sleep, Eds" you murmur, but you don't make a single move to push him away.

He makes a noise against your skin, half whine, half groan, nuzzling into your neck like he's trying to disappear inside of you. "M'not even tired," he murmury, his voice low, gravelly, "Just wanna hold you. Wanna touch you." His hand slides a little higher under your shirt, fingers splayed over your ribs. His thumb brushes the underside of your breast, barely there, but enough to make you shiver.

You smirk, turning your head slightly, catching a glimpse of his flushed cheeks in the dim light, "Just hold me, huh?"

He huffs a laugh, tightening his grip around you, rolling his hips just slightly so you can feel exactly how much he missed you. "Okay, maybe I wanna do more than hold you," he admits, dragging his lips over your shoulder, slow and lazy, "Maybe I spent all night thinking about you. Maybe I watched Gareth's hands on his drumsticks and thought about your hands on my d-"

You snort, cutting him off. "Jesus, Eddie".

"What?" he grins against your skin, voice raspy, "I did".

"You're drunk", you remind him, though your voice isn't nearly as firm as it should be. Not with the way he's holding you. Not with the way his fingers are tracing over your bare skin, his body pressing even closer, the heat of him seeping through your clothes.

"M'tipsy," he corrects again, kissing the side of your neck, dragging his lips up to your jaw, "And so in love with you. And so hard it actually hurts a little".

You shake your head, biting your lip, "Go to sleep, idiot".

"But baby," he groans, pressing another slow, open-mouthed kiss to your neck, inhaling your scent, "you're so warm, and soft, and mine".

"And you're wasted," you laugh, reaching back to ruffle your fingers through his curls, scratching lightly at his scalp.

He lets out a pleased hum at the touch, melting into you and pressing in even closer, his hand sliding over your stomach, pulling you tighter against him. "You feel so good", he mumbles, voice thick and lazy, his lips brushing over your ear, "So warm. All curled up in our bed, waitin' for me..." He groans softly, shifting his hips again, just enough for you to really feel him. "Fuck, baby, you know what that does to me."

You bite your lip, fighting back a grin, but it's useless. He's drunk and needy and absolutely shameless, and you can never resist him. Never. Not when he's like this, all soft and flirty and so fucking into you. "You're ridiculous", you murmur, eyes still closed as he nuzzles into your neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to your skin.

"Mmm, but you love it", he teases, voice all low and cocky, his fingertips now sliding down to your hip. He squeezes gently, his nose brushing your jaw, "Love how crazy you make me".

You shiver, warmth pooling low in your belly as you feel him grinning against your skin, his hand tightening on your hip, rocking you back against him. You exhale shakily, your resolve slipping fast,.like it always does with him. And he knows it. Can feel the way you react to him, even in your sleepy haze."C'mon, sweetheart", he murmurs, pressing another kiss to your neck, slow and teasing, dragging his lips along your skin, "Lemme make up for lost time".

You sigh, long and slow, and he knows he's got you. He always does. "Eddie", you murmur, a last, weak attempt to scold him, but he just hums, nosing along your jaw, his fingers slipping under the hem of your panties, gripping your hip.

"That's my name, sweetheart", he teases, voice thick and cocky, his breath warm against your skin, "Say it a little sweeter for me, huh? How about I make you moan it instead, mh?" You huff out a laugh, but then he's rolling his hips again, pressing himself against you, slow and deliberate, and your breath catches in your throat. "Fuck, baby", he groans, his fingers flexing against your skin, "Missed you so fucking much".

"You saw me only hours ago, stop lying", you whisper, but it's weak, barely a protest as he kisses your shoulder, dragging his lips down your arm.

"Too long", he breathes, slipping his hand lower, teasing, sending a shiver through you, "Need you now". His fingers trace slow, teasing circles against the skin of your lower stomach and you shiver, pressing back against him without thinking. He exhales a shaky breath, his grip tightening, pulling you even closer. "That's it, baby girl", he murmurs, lips grazing your ear, voice thick with that low, drunk neediness that makes your stomach flip, "Knew you couldn't resist me".

You roll your eyes, but it's half-hearted, "You're so cocky when you're tipsy".

He grins against your neck, pressing an open-mouthed kiss there, tongue flicking out just enough to make your breath hitch. "And you love it," he taunts, shifting against you again, the hard press of him impossible to ignore. "You wanna pretend you're still trying to sleep, baby?" he muses, his hand slipping under your shirt again, fingers trailing up your stomach, slow and deliberate, "Or are you gonna be honest and let me take care of you?"

You don't answer, not with words, at least. Instead, you turn your head, catching his lips in a kiss, slow and deep, tasting the lingering beer and mints on his tongue.

He groans into your mouth. "Fuck, I love you," he breathes against your lips, and before you can say it back, he's kissing you again, devouring you, drunk and desperate and completely yours. His warm hand moves down your stomach, slipping into your panties as you roll into him, putting up your leg for him to have better access, feeling him smirk against your lips as he finds you all wet already. Eddie groans as his fingers slide through your slickness, teasing, just barely dipping inside before retreating, making you whine softly against his lips. His other hand moves up your torso, pushing your shirt up as he cups your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers, sending a shiver straight through you. "Jesus, baby," he breathes against your skin, pressing his forehead to your shoulder, his fingers teasing you with slow, lazy strokes, "Already so wet for me." He rocks his hips forward, grinding against you, the heat of him pressing into your ass, making you arch back into him instinctively. His breath stutters, and his grip on you tightens. "You like this, huh?" he murmurs, kissing the side of your neck, dragging his lips up to your jaw, "Me coming home like this... all worked up, thinking about you all night?"

You whimper as he finally sinks two fingers inside you, slow and deep, his touch practiced, knowing exactly how to make you melt. His other hand holds you tighter, his thumb brushing soft, lazy circles over your nipple, teasing you, drawing another quiet moan from your lips. "Fuck, I missed this" he groans, his voice thick with need. "Couldn't stop thinking about you, sweetheart. On stage, all I could think about was your hands on me. The way you sound when I touch you like this..." He curls his fingers just right, making your breath hitch, making you squirm against him.

"Fuck, Eddie", you moan, your head falls back against his shoulder, lips parted, heat spreading through your body as he keeps working you up, his movements slow, deliberate, teasing. He presses another kiss to your jaw, his hips rolling against you, the hard length of him pressing into you, making it impossible to ignore just how much he needs you. "You're killing me," you whisper, your voice barely more than a breath, and he chuckles softly, fingers moving just a little faster, his thumb brushing over your clit now, making your stomach tighten with heat.

He groans against your shoulder, voice thick with smug affection. "Love hearing you like that," he murmurs, kissing your skin between words, "Love knowing I'm the only one who gets to hear you like this." You're moving your hips with his hand, head fallen back against him as you're gasping for air. His hunger is undeniable, his touches growing rougher, more insistent as his body rocks against yours, his need pressing hard against you. His fingers dig into your hip, guiding you, making you arch, making you melt. "Fuck," he groans, almost to himself, his lips brushing against your ear, voice low and wrecked. "I need you. Need you so bad, baby".

"Then give it to me", you whisper-moan, your body aching for more than just his fingers, for any kind of release.

His breath is hot against your ear, voice thick and needy as he rasps, "Gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart." You whimper in response, pressing back into him, and that's all it takes. His fingers leave you, fumbling to tug your underwear down, his own boxers shoved low enough to free himself. There's no hesitation, neither of you even think about undressing - or reaching for a condom.

The past few times without one have changed something between you, made everything more intense, more addictive. And right now, you both need that feeling again.

Eddie shifts behind you, one hand gripping your hip as he rolls you just enough to angle himself. His other hand slides up your stomach, his touch searing as he spreads his fingers over your ribs, holding you close. You shiver, already breathless before he even moves. Then he pushes in. The stretch is instant, deep, stealing the air from your lungs. A choked moan escapes you, and Eddie groans low in your ear, his grip tightening like he's barely holding himself together. "Shit, baby," he gulps hard, burying his face in your neck, his curls tickling your skin, "You feel... so fucking good. So perfect for me." He barely gives you time to adjust before he starts moving, slow but deliberate, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm that makes your whole body tremble. He's lost in it already, drunk not just on beer but on you, on the way you react to him, the way you fit so perfectly around him. "Missed this," he rasps, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your shoulder, "Missed you. Thought about this all night, baby. Couldn't fucking wait to get home to you." His hand slides up, cupping your breast, thumb rolling lazily over your nipple. The dual sensation makes you moan louder, arching into his touch, your body melting under his. Eddie groans, hips stuttering for a second before he regains his pace, pressing deeper, hitting that perfect spot that sends pleasure sparking through your veins. "That's it," he breathes, voice rough and worshipping, his lips dragging along your jaw. "Let me hear you, baby. Let me make you feel good."

You don't stand a chance against him. Never do. Not when he's like this, needy, desperate, completely consumed by you.

He thrusts deep into you, his hips finding a slow rhythm as you grind with him, the air filling with your soft gasp and whispers.

But it's not enough for him. He tries to keep the slow, steady pace, but he can't. Not like this. He groans against your skin, his movements turning messy, impatient. "Fuck, baby," he pants, pressing a lingering kiss to your shoulder before pulling out, shifting, "Need- need to see you." Before you can process it, he's rolling you onto your back, falling between your legs, his body warm and heavy above you as he tugs your shirt off and throws it away, leaving you bare beneath him. His lips find yours, desperate and claiming, swallowing your moan as he pushes back inside, sinking deep. A choked gasp escapes you. The change in position sends sparks shooting through your body, the angle letting him press into you perfectly. Eddie groans, his forehead dropping against yours for a second as he stills, breathing heavily, like he's savoring it. Like he's never been this deep in you before. "My god," he rasps, voice wrecked. "Feels even better like this. Feels-" He exhales sharply as you tighten around him, adjusting, your arms slipping around his neck, your legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him even closer.

"Yeah?" you breathe, a teasing lilt to your voice despite the way your head is spinning. "Like this better?"

His answer is a rough thrust, dragging a cry from your lips. "Yeah," he growls, pressing a wet, open-mouthed kiss to your jaw, "so much better." Another thrust, harder, sharper, his fingers digging into your thigh as he pulls you flush against him.

You moan, arching beneath him, feeling the heat, the pressure, the sheer desperation in the way he moves. "God, Eddie," you gasp, nails digging into his back, clinging to him as he sets a steady, deep rhythm, sending pleasure rippling through you with every thrust, "You... oh, fuck yes - you feel so fucking good".

He moans lowly, capturing your lips in another searing kiss, swallowing every sound you make. He's gone, completely lost in you, chasing the heat, the way you respond to him, the way your body welcomes him so perfectly. "Missed you so fucking much," he breathes against your mouth, "Couldn't stop thinking about this. About you. Fuck, baby, I can't-" His voice breaks into a groan as you roll your hips up to meet his, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through both of you. You whimper, breathless, overwhelmed.

"Missed you too," you admit, voice shaking between moans, "Can't sleep without you. Without this."

Eddie lets out a strangled sound, his pace faltering for half a second before he recovers, thrusting deeper, harder, making you gasp. His fingers lace through yours, pinning your hands above your head, his lips dragging down your throat. "Shit, baby, you're killing me," he groans. "You have no idea what you do to me." He's so desperate, so utterly obsessed, moving like he'll never get enough of you.

Your head falls back as you moan louder, feeling him fucking you hard and deep, just like he knows you need it. "Just like that", you groan, flexing your leg around him, "Fuck, baby, don't stop".

He leans closer, his biceps flexing under your hand as he shifts his weight on one arm, grabbing your thigh with his other hand and pulling you further up, sliding even deeper inside your soaking core, luring a desperate whimper from you, your nails clawing into his skin as he hits your spot just right. "Like that?", he rasps, and you frantically nod, your eyes already close, insides tightening around his pumping length. "You're cumming like that, baby?"

You hear his low voice, feel how his grip tightens on you, how his breath hits your neck as he licks down your skin, wraps his lips around your nipple, sending another lightning of arousal right between your legs, igniting a fire inside you. Eddie groans against your skin, his breath hot and heavy as he holds your thigh, holding you open for him. He moves with purpose, each thrust deep and deliberate, his body pressing against yours, surrounding you, consuming you. His lips find your neck, your shoulder, trailing heat in their wake, and you shudder beneath him, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. he rasps, his voice thick, strained with need. "Yes", you gasp, your back arching as he rolls his hips again, hitting the perfect spot, drawing a sharp moan from your lips, "Oh god, don't stop!"He curses under his breath, pressing his forehead against yours, his curls tickling your skin. "Fuck, I'm so cl--" Your words are cut off by another deep thrust, pulling a broken moan from your lips.

Eddie growls low in his throat, his grip on your thigh tightening, his pace quickening just slightly. "You're so fucking soaked, fuck, I love your pussy". His voice is all rough edges, raw and desperate, his lips finding yours again, kissing you deeply, hungrily. Your body is trembling beneath him, heat building, pressure rising. You hold onto him, nails digging into his damp skin, lips gasping at his, muscles tensing around him. Your breath hitches in your throat, another breathless whimper escaping you as you arch into him, silently begging him to keep going, feeling him fucking you closer and closer to the edge, his body moving with yours, chasing that fire, desperate to bring you with him.

Eddie feels you tightening around him, your body trembling beneath him, every moan, every whimper driving him wild. He knows you're close, can feel it in the way your fingers dig into his back, the way your breath stutters against his lips. He watches you, completely mesmerized, as he fucks you right to the edge, his name spilling from your lips in broken, breathless cries. "That's it, baby," he groans, his voice thick, rough with need, "Let go for me. Let me feel it."

A shuddering gasp leaves your lips as the pleasure crashes over you, white-hot and overwhelming. Your back arches, thighs trembling around him as your release takes you under, your hands grasping at his shoulders, his curls, anything to anchor yourself as you cry out his name. Your whole body clenches around him, pulling him deeper, and it wrecks him completely.

"Fuck," he groans, his grip on you tightening, his body shuddering. He buries his face in your neck, his breath ragged, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chases that final high. "Love you, love you so much, baby". Hearing you fall apart beneath him, feeling the way you cling to him, the way you whisper his name over and over, telling him how much you love him - it's too much. With one final, deep thrust, he follows you over the edge, groaning low and broken into your neck, his body trembling against yours as he spills inside you. His arms tighten around you, like he never wants to let go, pressing breathless kisses to your skin as the pleasure overtakes him completely.

With a deep grunt, he finally collapses against you, spent, breathless, a lazy, blissful grin on his lips as he presses a slow, lingering kiss to your shoulder. "Holy shit," he pants, still catching his breath.

You let out a breathless laugh, your fingers dragging through his damp curls. "Yeah," you whisper, still floating, still tingling from the aftershocks.

He groans softly as he finally pulls out, rolling to the side, and he can feel it, the warmth of him still inside you. The thought makes him dizzy with satisfaction, with love, with something deeper than just desire. He grins, reaching for you immediately, pulling you against him, needing to feel you close. "Come here," he murmurs, his voice still thick, still tinged with that drunken haze, pressing slow, lazy kisses to your temple, your cheek, your lips. Worshiping you. You hum against him, melting into his embrace, tangled together, warm and safe and completely sated. He strokes his fingers up and down your back, lulling you both into the kind of exhausted, blissful haze that only comes after something this intense. "Love you," he murmurs against your hair, his voice soft, sleepy.

"Love you too," you whisper, already half-asleep, tangled in the warmth of him.

Eddie grins, holding you closer, completely wrapped up in you. And just like that, with you in his arms, skin against skin, he drifts off into a deep, sex and beer drunk sleep.

A sharp, stabbing pain in your lower stomach yanks you from sleep.

You wince, curling into yourself for a moment, your hand pressing against the source of your misery.

Your uterus is a cruel, merciless thing.

The room is dim, the air thick with the stale remnants of last night - beer, cigarettes, and sex.

You didn't use protection, again. Both too hooked on that raw feeling. Reckless. Again.

And now, your body is reminding you of what you risked.

But, thank God, this pain means your period is coming. Crisis averted.

You exhale in relief, carefully untangling yourself from Eddie's grip. He's wrapped around you, naked, limbs heavy, his bare chest pressed to your back, a leg draped over yours. He's impossibly warm, his breath soft against your neck. You manage to peel yourself away, but the second your warmth disappears, he stirs. A sleepy, grumpy grumble rumbles from deep in his throat. His arms search for you blindly, he's murmuring something incoherent before rolling onto his stomach, his dark curls spilling across the pillow.

You sit up, rubbing your eyes, suppressing a groan as your uterus contracts again. But you're thankful you dodged the pregnancy bullet this time. Timing couldn't be worse right now, and Wayne was very clear about the rules of you moving in with them.

No teenage sex outside Eddie's bedroom and no fucking teenage pregnancy.

You two are obviously not holding on to the first one, but the second one is in all of your interests.

Quietly, you pad to the bathroom to pee, sighing when you realize you hadn't thought to bring any tampons when moving in last week.

Fuck. It completely slipped your mind.

Between getting kicked out, dealing with Lauren's anger, and figuring out how to share a tiny trailer with your boyfriend who couldn't keep his hands off you and his very grumpy but loving uncle, stocking up on period supplies wasn't exactly at the top of your list.

You sigh, running a hand through your hair.

Okay. No panic. You've got time to grab some before school. You stand, stretching, and make your way back into the bedroom, grabbing your bag to rummage through it, hoping there's at least one left in there. Cramps are starting to worsen, a deep, twisting ache settling in. You quietly groan through it, fishing around, and thank every single period god in existence when you find one.

You squint at Eddie's alarm. It's almost time to get up. Might as well stay up now.

You grab some clothes and head back to the bathroom, letting your passed out boyfriend sleep for a little while longer, knowing his alarm will go off any minute now anyways. Inside, you're making quick work of getting ready, putting in your tampon, brushing your teeth, washing your face, deodorant, trying to detangle your hair and eventually putting on some mascara, when the blaring sound of his alarm goes off from the bedroom next door.

You put down your mascara, waiting.

Nothing. The alarm keeps on blaring.

Knowing Wayne's sleeping down the hall after another night shift, you head back next door, towards the nerve-wracking beeping. "Eds, come on", you sigh, stepping inside, only to find him completely unfazed by the sound.

He is still face down in the sheets, oblivious to the blaring alarm now shrieking from the nightstand. You roll your eyes, walking over to shut it off before his uncle wakes up. Then, you turn back to the useless lump of a man still completely dead to the world. You kneel on the bed beside him, brushing the curls from his face. "Baby", you whisper, soft, coaxing, "Time to get up".

Nothing. Not even a twitch.

You try again, trailing your fingers down his back, feeling his muscles twitch under your touch. "Eds, c'mon. Gotta get ready for school".

A grumble. A groan. But no movement.

You bite back a smile, amused despite yourself. "Eddie", you whisper again, kissing his temple.

Still nothing.

You chuckle again, press your lips to his jaw, to the spot beneath his ear. "Baby, wake up. Come on, we're gonna be late".

A sleepy grunt.

You smirk against his skin, trailing kisses down his shoulder.

He only grumbles in response, something unintelligible into the pillow.

You sigh dramatically, "Eddie, seriously'.

"No," he mutters, voice thick with sleep and last night's hangover, "M'dead. Leave me."

You snort lightly, leaning over him, pressing a kiss on his cheek, noticing how his eyes are still closed.

A deep, sleepy groan rumbles from his chest, his arm blindly reaching out for you, pulling you down into bed before you can stop him. His body heat seeps into yours immediately, his arms like a vice, wrapping around your middle as his face buries into your neck. "Why are you dressed already" he grumbles against your skin, voice raspy with sleep, "Why no naked".

"Because we need to leave in a few minutes", you mumble, feeling how he wraps his arm tighter around you, pulling you back into his chest as his hand slips under your shirt, warm palm resting on your stomach as his breath tickles your neck. "Don't wanna", he grumbles again, "Stay here".

"Munson-"

"Shhh." He nuzzles against you, completely content, his lips brushing your skin, "Five minutes. Need cuddle"

You sigh. It's so tempting. The warmth of his body, the weight of him, the way he smells like cigarettes, musk, and last night's sex. You should push away. But then his lips brush your neck. Soft. Lazy. His arms tighten just a little.

"Mmm. S'better," he murmurs.

Your resolve wavers. Just for a second.You close your eyes, sinking into the warmth of him.

He hums in approval, and for a moment, it's quiet again.

His breathing evens out. His body relaxes.

And then - a snore.

He's already falling back asleep.

You groan, forcing yourself to sit up again. "No, Eddie. Wake up."

No response.

You try again, softer this time. "Baby, come on."

A Grumble. No movement.

"You gotta get up. We have school."

Another grumble. Still no movement.

You try a different tactic. "If you get up now, I'll give you a kiss."

Silence.

You smirk, leaning closer, "A long one?"

Nothing, but his lips twitch lightly.

"Maybe a handful of ass?", you offer, biting down a grin.

One eye cracks open. Finally. He squints at you, suspicious but intrigued.

You roll your eyes, "What does it cost me to get you out of bed, huh?"

Eddie stretches dramatically, the sheets slipping a little lower down his waist. "Full body grope," he rasps, smirking, "and a long kiss."

You snort, leaning down to nip at his ear. "Okay."

It works. Eddie sighs dramatically but actually sits up, rubbing a hand down his tired face. He winces as his fingers press to his temple, "Ugh. My fucking head".

"Yeah, that's what happens when you get drunk on a Monday night, Munson," you tease, kissing his cheek, "You gotta live with the consequences."

He groans. "You loved my drunk ass last night, if I remember correctly."

You smirk. "Maybe."

Eddie flops back against the headboard, still grumpy, but there's that cocky little smirk on his lips now. His curls are a disaster, his face full of sleep, but his eyes follow you as you grab your bag, filling it with your school stuff. He's still completely naked, the sheets barely covering him, watching you like you're the most interesting thing in the world.

You throw a pair of jeans and boxers at him, "Come on. Get dressed. If we wanna drive together, we gotta leave soon, I need to stop at the shop".

He catches them lazily, peering at them like they personally offended him. "Or," he drawls, "you could just come back to bed".

"Nice try".

He sighs dramatically, dragging on his boxers, still grumbling under his breath. "M'suffering."

"You'll live."

"Debatable."

You roll your eyes, watching as he shoves his jeans on, still groggy, still hungover, still half dead. You leave him to get ready, heading to the kitchen and waiting for him to quickly brush his teeth and freshen up, leaning against the kitchen counter.

Another cramp makes you groan loudly.

5 minutes later, Eddie stumbles into the kitchen looking almost normal again, jeans slung low on his hips, hair still an absolute wreck, eyes still heavy with exhaustion.

He rubs a hand down his face, blinking blearily, before he catches sight of you leaning against the counter, one hand pressed to your lower stomach, face slightly scrunched in discomfort.

His headache and hangover are instantly forgotten. "Babe, you in pain?" His voice is still a little hoarse, but there's concern beneath the gruffness.

You shrug, exhaling through your nose as another cramp tightens in your belly. "Yeah," you admit, but you flash him a wry smirk, "but at least not pregnant."

It takes him a second. You see it in his face, the way his eyes flicker down to your hand, the gears turning in his still-sleepy, slightly alcohol-addled brain.

And then, finally - "Oh". His brows lift, mouth parting slightly.

Oh. Oh.

This is the first time that he's actually experiencing this. The first time he's witnessing this part of you. It's also the first time he's hearing, with real certainty, that you're not pregnant. That your recklessness these past few nights hasn't come back to bite you.

You grab your jacket from the chair, pulling it on. "You ready to go? I need to stop at the shop. Need tampons."

Eddie says nothing at first. Just stares, clearly unsure what the hell he's supposed to say in this situation. It's obvious he's not exactly a professional on the topic. And honestly? He looks a little lost. Not horrified, not grossed out, just... comically unprepared.

You raise a brow at him being so hesitant, how he's obviously wanting to say something but is unsure what. It's ridiculous, really, how he's barely functioning himself, still hungover and grumpy, but suddenly you are his priority. He scratches at his jaw, shifts on his feet, determined to be... supportive?

You can see him trying to figure out how.

"Well," he finally mutters, clearing his throat, "that's... good, right?"

You raise an eyebrow. "That I need tampons?"

His brows shoot up. "No! I mean... uh, fuck, yes? But, no... I mean-" He exhales, running a hand down his face. "I meant the not pregnant part. Y'know. That's... good news."

You snort, amused by how hard he's trying, "Yeah, Munson. It's good news".

"Okay. Cool. Yeah." He nods, but then his gaze drops to your stomach again. "But, uh... the pain part? That's not good news. So, uh... what helps? Like, what do you need?"

You bite back a laugh at his awkward attempts. "Relax, baby, I'm okay. Not my first period".

He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck, "Yeah, sure, but... mine."

You snort. "Yours?"

Eddie shrugs, grinning sheepishly, "First one as your boyfriend. Feels like I should, I dunno... do something?"

You roll your eyes, amused, "What do you wanna do? Fight my uterus?"

He huffs, crossing his arms, "Well, I would if I could." Then, softer, "Just don't like you bein' in pain".

Your heart squeezes a little, even as you shake your head. "I'm okay, Eds. I just need tampons and an Advil, that's all." You pause, smirking, "And maybe a kiss?"

His lips twitch like he's about to say something smug, but then he remembers -"You technically still owe me a long kiss and full-body grope." He raises a brow, arms unfolding, suddenly looking far too pleased with himself, "But, y'know, only if you feel like it."

You snort at how carefully he treads now, like he doesn't want to overstep even though he was just trying to drag you back to bed ten minutes ago. You step closer, grab him by the collar, yanking him down into a proper kiss. He hums in approval, hands sliding over your hips."I'm fine, baby," you murmur against his lips, "It's just a period. No need to tippy-tap around me."

Eddie hums into the kiss, his hands immediately sliding down your back, fingers shamelessly grabbing at your ass, pressing you flush against him. His lips move against yours, slow at first, then deeper, needier. His smirk is felt more than seen, breaking into the kiss as he tilts his head, teasing, tasting, completely unbothered by the fact that you're supposed to be leaving. "Mmm", he murmurs, one hand slipping under the hem of your shirt, fingers brushing the bare skin at your waist. "Y'know... for someone who claims to be in a rush, you sure aren't pulling away".

You try to, but he just grips your hips, keeping you there, pressing little, lazy kisses to your jaw, then your neck. "Eds", you warn, but it's weak.

His smirk grows against your skin, "That's not no".

You huff a laugh, shoving at his chest, half-heartedly, because goddamn it, he smells good, even all hungover and grumpy, "Get your ass in the van, Munson".

Eddie sighs dramatically, finally pulling away, though his hands linger a little longer than necessary, "Fine. But only 'cause you asked so nicely, Carter".

The drive to the shop is quiet, Eddie rubbing his temples, squinting his eyes at the street ahead, groaning at your teasing comments here and there while driving you to a small store close to your school.

When you pull into the parking lot, he makes no move to stay in the van. Just unbuckles and follows you inside, like it's the most natural thing in the world. "You don't have to come," you tell him as you step through the door, looking at him.

Eddie shrugs, frowning at you, "Why wouldn't I?"

You smirk at him, shrugging as well, "Dunno. Guess some guys think buying ladies' stuff is embarrassing."

His brows lift. "Do I look like I give a shit?"

Fair point.

You chuckle and shake your head, letting him take your hand and leading him to the aisle, scanning the shelves, while Eddie, still sluggish from last night, stares blankly at the wall of options before him.

"...The fuck is all this?"

You glance at him, amused, "Tampons, pads. Y'know, period stuff".

He picks up two different tampon boxes, frowning at the color-coded labels, "Are these like... different flavors?"

You stare at him. "What? No".

He looks at you, utterly clueless, "Then what?"

You blink at him, unsure if he's messing with you, but he just glances back, waiting for an answer, the packs still in his hands. "Sizes", you eventually reply, watching his brows rising even more.

"...Why?"

You blink again, his interest confusing you little as you turn your attention back to the shelves. "Because women are different", you answer casually, like it's the most obvious thing in the world, still scanning for the ones you normally buy, "Different blood flow and all that".

Eddie is flabbergasted. He sets the tampons down, picks up a pack of pads, squinting at it, "Are these... diapers?"

You groan, laughing as you snatch the package from his hands, "What the fuck, Eds, no, they're pads. You stick them into your underwear. Some use these instead of tampons".

He's still frowning, still looking utterly lost.

And then, it hits you. He grew up without a mom. No sisters. No aunts around. No one to explain any of this.

He just doesn't know.

And instead of being grossed out or dismissing it, he's genuinely trying to understand.

You sigh, shaking your head, and decide to educate your poor, oblivious metalhead boyfriend. So, you explain the difference between tampons and pads, what a menstrual cycle actually is, the reason for different absorbencies.

And to his credit, Eddie listens. Hungover and half-dead from last night, but actually paying attention, nodding along as he picks up different boxes, turning them over in his hands. "Jesus", he mutters, setting one back on the shelf, "That's a lotta shit to deal with every month".

You snort, "Tell me about it".

Eventually, you find what you need, heading for checkout, grabbing a pack of Advil and a water. Just as you're about to pay, Eddie reaches over, tosses a chocolate bar onto your stuff, and pulls out his wallet.You frown, watching as he hands over the cash without hesitation. "What are you doing?", you ask quietly, watching how he stuffs his wallet back into the back pocket of his jeans.

"Paying", he replies simply, taking the bag and grabbing your hand to lead you back outside.

You narrow your eyes playfully as you head back to his van. "My god, look at you. The tough metalhead boyfriend turning all soft again. Buying my tampons now, huh?"

He shrugs, nonchalant, "Yeah, why not?"

And somehow, the way he says it, so casual, so completely unbothered, makes your heart squeeze. Because every guy before him had made it a thing. Had refused, made dumbass jokes, acted like it was gross.

But Eddie? He doesn't care.

And you swear, somehow, you love him even more.

Eddie doesn't react to your teasing. Doesn't roll his eyes, doesn't make a dumb joke. He just deals with it, like it's nothing, popping one of your Advils for his headache as you both climb into the van. He takes a sip from your water, swallows it down, then casually hands you your tampons without hesitation, like he's just passing you your wallet or something. You drop a few into your bag, leaving the rest in his glove compartment. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he tosses the chocolate bar into your lap before starting the engine, a cigarette already between his lips.

"So, why'd you buy me chocolate?" you ask, amused.

Eddie shrugs, exhaling smoke out the window, "Isn't that what makes you feel better?" He gestures vaguely with the cigarette. "That's what they show in the movies, don't they? Women on their period eat chocolate". He glances at you, smirking slightly. "You're my woman. You're on your period. I buy you chocolate".

Something flutters in your chest.

My woman.

He stops the van at a red light, exhaling smoke, tapping his finger on his steering wheel as you lean over and kiss him. It catches him off guard, but only for a second before he snorts, kissing you back, cigarette between his fingers, "What was that for?"

You grin, "You're just the cutest boyfriend ever, baby".

Eddie groans, like it physically pains him to hear, "Jesus Christ, don't say that. I am a man, baby. I'm not cute. I'm strong. I protect you".

You just giggle, kissing him again, enjoying the way his lips twitch against yours even as he pretends to be annoyed.

The light turns green, and Eddie sighs dramatically, dragging his cigarette to his lips as he shifts gears, shaking his head. "Unbelievable", he mutters, but there's a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

You settle back into your seat, unwrapping the chocolate bar he bought you, feeling strangely warm inside. You break off a piece and hold it out to him.

He side-eyes you, "I am, in fact, not a woman on my period, but thank you".

You roll your eyes, "I'm sharing, dumbass".

Eddie smirks, keeping one hand on the wheel as he leans in and takes the chocolate straight from your fingers, biting down dramatically. You roll your eyes at him and pop the other half into your mouth. He just laughs, chewing, speeding down the road.

By the time you pull into the school parking lot, he's finally finished his cigarette, tossing the butt out the window before cutting the engine. He stretches, rubbing his face, still looking exhausted but slightly less grumpy. "Alright, let's get this shit over with", he grumbles, running a hand through his messy curls.

You both grab your bags, making your way toward the entrance, Eddie's arm immediately snaking around your shoulder as you walk together, following the other pupils inside.

The halls are already crowded, students lingering by lockers, chatting in groups. You know your boyfriend is so hungover. But he's also so Eddie. His arm stays slung over your shoulders as you walk down the hall, keeping you close, his fingers toying with the hem of your shirt, tracing little circles against your skin. He's exhausted, still groggy, but that cocky smirk is back in full force as he spots his bandmates slumped against their lockers, looking just as dead.

"Morning, ladies", he greets, obnoxiously chipper just to piss them off.

Gareth flips him off without lifting his head.

Grant groans dramatically.

Jeff just gives him a long, unimpressed look, "I hate you".

"You could never", Eddie grins, and then, just to really drive it home, he turns and kisses you, a deep, lingering kiss that has his friends groaning in disgust.

"Oh, come on", Gareth complains, "Spare us your softporn, dude".

Eddie grins against your lips, "Nah".

"Why are you like this?", Grant mutters, rubbing his temples.

Eddie pulls back just enough to smirk at them, keeping his arm firmly around you, "What? I can't be all over my girl?"

You chuckle, shaking your head, but you don't stop him. You let him use you to tease his friends, to make them groan and roll their eyes. You don't give a fuck. And neither does he. He keeps touching you, kissing your cheek, your neck, whispering flirty little things just loud enough to make his friends gag.

It's obnoxious.

You chuckle, even blushing lightly as you turn in his arm, and see her.

Chrissy. Dressed in her little cheerleader dress, her blonde ponytail all shiny and perfect. Standing just a few lockers away, shifting on her feet, watching. Watching you.

Watching him.

And just like that, your whole body tenses.

Eddie feels it immediately. He follows your gaze, exhales through his nose when he spots her. "Babe", he sighs, low enough for just you to hear, "We talked about this".

You glance up at him, jaw tight.

He leans in, his voice softer, "It was just work. I wasn't flirting. Just talked about the stuff I sold her. That's all. I was just being friendly. I don't wanna lose paying customer because she's giving me shit".

"Yeah, I know", you mumble, nodding your head.

His low voice tickles your ear as he mumbles, "We also fucked about this, remember?" You chuckle and nod, feeling his grip tightening around you, his smirk close to your skin, "I'm only yours, baby. I thought I made that clear".

He's right. He did, and you trust him.

But you don't trust her.

You know exactly what she's doing, waiting for the right moment, waiting for him to be alone, waiting to play the helpless card again just so she can get close.

Thinking she has a fucking chance.

That bitch.

Before she can even think about it, you grab Eddie and kiss him. Hard. He groans against your mouth, surprised, but only for a second before his hands find you, gripping your waist, pulling you flush against him as he kisses you back, just as deep, just as needy.

The disgusted sounds of his friends fade into the background. You don't look at him. Don't close your eyes. You look at her. You lock eyes with her as you let Eddie devour you, as his hands slide down your back, as he pulls you even closer, lost in you, obsessed with you, making it so obvious that he is yours.

And when you finally pull back, when you slowly lick his taste from your lips, you meet Chrissy's eyes again, and smirk. A long, daring, winning smirk.

For a moment, she stares at you, but then, she actually turns and walks away, her ponytail swinging lightly.

Eddie chuckles lowly, still holding you close. "You know I only want you, baby". His lips brush your ear, voice all low and rough, just for you. "But I don't mind you claiming me over and over again if it means you kiss me like that before first period even starts".

You glance up at him, ignoring how his friends groan again at your public display of affection. "Speaking of that, I gotta go grab my stuff. You behave, you hear me?", you murmur, kissing him once more, "I'll see you at lunch".

"Don't forget me", Eddie teases, all cocky and smug, like he knows that's impossible.

You smirk, "I'll try". And as you finally walk away, you feel his eyes on you, shamelessly staring at your ass, not even listening to anything his friends say and not even looking at Chrissy once.

The day drags on.

Your period is hitting you hard, like your uterus is personally punishing you for every reckless decision you've made with Eddie. Like it's pissed at you for ever daring to risk something as terrifying as a pregnancy, just because it felt too good to stop.

Now, you deserve this.

Probably.

But, fuck, it's killing you.

You sit through English class, your last period before lunch, suffering, breathing through the cramps, arms crossed over your stomach, waiting for the goddamn bell. And when it finally rings, you move like you're dragging your own corpse down the hall.

The corridors are packed, students shoving past each other, voices overlapping, lockers slamming shut. You barely hear any of it, your body focused on one thing: pain.

Robin is already waiting by your locker like usual, arms crossed, chewing gum, brows furrowing the second she sees your face. "Damn", she greets you, "You look like shit".

You shoot her a dead look, "Thanks", yanking your locker open, you shove your books inside, slam it shut.

Robin watches. "What's wrong?"

You sigh, dragging a hand down your face, "Cramps".

That's all she needs to know. She nods in immediate understanding, falling into step beside you as you both make your way toward the cafeteria. "Well, at least you're not pregnant, right?" she jokes.

Your eyes flick toward her, just briefly.

She notices.

And stops.

"Sam."

You keep walking. "What?"

Robin stays planted, staring at you like you just confessed to murder. Then, slowly, "What's that look, huh? You thought you might be pregnant or what?"

"Shhh!" you hiss, shooting her a sharp glare, eyes darting around, checking for eavesdroppers.

Robin does not give a fuck.She glares. She waits.

You sigh, stepping close, lowering your voice, "I am not, okay? It's all good."

She squints. "What, you guys don't fucking use any protection?"

You roll your eyes, "We are."

Her brows shoot higher. "But?"

You deadpan, "But... we kinda forgot the condom." A pause. "A couple of times."

Robin's face is pure horror as she understands. "Oh my god." You glare at her, meeting her unamused stare. "You idiots," she hisses.

You roll your eyes again, "Easy to say for someone who doesn't have to think of stuff like that."

She blinks, slowly, unimpressed. "Don't give me that shit, babe."

You sigh, already regretting everything, "Yeah, sorry. That was dumb."

You both start walking again, following the slow-moving stream of students into the cafeteria. "Almost as dumb as hitting it raw". You roll your eyes and keep walking. Your best friend leans in again, not letting this go. "You should start taking the pill," she mutters as you step into the lunch line. "For all our sakes. You, bearing Munson's child? A mix of you two? Please, have mercy. Take the damn pill." You snort, shaking your head. But you nod. She's right.

Moments later, you slump down at your usual lunch table, tray clattering against the surface, Robin plopping down across from you, still shaking her head. "Reckless," she mutters. "Reckless piece of ass."

You shoot her a flat glare as you stab your plastic fork into your mac and cheese, "Shut up."

Robin smirks, completely unfazed, taking a big bite of her sandwich while watching you squirm at another cramp. "I mean, enjoy it while it lasts," she continues, mouth half-full. "This is nothing compared to contractions, right? Childbirth?"

You freeze mid-bite, groaning, "Fuck off".

"I'm just saying", she sings, delighting in your suffering, eyes twinkling as she leans back against the bench, "You wanna risk it, you better be prepared for the consequences."

You drop your fork, exasperated, slouching further into your seat, "Robs-"

"Don't 'Robs' me." She points her sandwich at you like she's scolding a dog, "You are suffering because your uterus is punishing you for being a dumbass. This is divine retribution. Own it."

You roll your eyes, picking at your food, feeling like absolute shit. Your cramps are so bad you can barely focus on eating, the dull throb in your lower belly making you want to curl up into a ball and die.

And then, like a miracle, a savior - Eddie appears.

"Speaking of the devil, mh?", your friend mumbles at his sight.

Your knight in shining armor, or, more like your knight in worn-down leather jacket and jeans, looking sleep-deprived, still slightly hungover, and insanely smug as he drops down onto the bench beside you. He doesn't even really acknowledge Robin and her playful eye roll, just slides an arm around your waist, pulling you against him, his big hand splaying over your thigh, warm and possessive. You sigh into the touch, tilting your head against his shoulder as his lips brush your temple. "You look miserable, sweetheart", he murmurs, voice all soft and affectionate, but with an underlying tease, "My poor baby."

Robin groans, "Don't enable her, Munson."

But Eddie ignores her completely. "How do you feel, mh?", he asks, voice low against your skin.

Robin stares, watching the entire exchange like it physically pains her, "She's on her period, not dying, Munson. Relax".

"Feels like I'm dying," you mumble, snuggling deeper into him, soaking in his warmth, his scent, his presence.

Robin, unimpressed as ever, chews loudly on her sandwich, "You deserve this".

Eddie shoots her a lazy look, "Jesus, Buckley, show some sympathy."

Robin shrugs. "Nope. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes."

Eddie raises an eyebrow, looking between the two of you. You groan, burying your face against his arm.

Robin gives you a long look, before turning her focus back to your boyfriend, who still doesn't seem to quite catch what she's talking about. "That's what you get for playing Russian Roulette with your future."

Eddie stares at her, clearing his throat. Then, slowly, he turns to you. "You told her that?"

You glance up at him, shrugging. "She's my best friend, she kinda figured it out herself anyway".

"Oh, great. That's not weird at all for me", he mumbles, throwing another weird look at Robin, who just wiggles her brows and takes another bite.

"I know everything", she mumbles with her mouth full.

Eddie blinks at Robin, his grip tightening slightly around your waist as he looks between the two of you, caught somewhere between horror and amusement. "Everything?"

Robin shrugs, casually chewing on her sandwich. "Everything."

He scoffs, shaking his head as he looks down at you, still curled into his side, slowly eating your mac and cheese like this entire conversation isn't happening. "No way. No fucking way."

You glance up at him, swallowing your bite. "What?"

"There's no way you tell her everything about me," he repeats, incredulous, looking back at Robin,"You don't mean like... everything-everything, right?"

Robin meets his gaze, smirking. "What do you think?"

Eddie narrows his eyes, shifting in his seat like he's trying to decide if she's bluffing or not. You snort quietly, and he glances down at you, catching the way you're biting your lip to keep from laughing. "Oh, this is bullshit," he mutters, shaking his head.

She just leans back, entirely unfazed, grinning like she's got him exactly where she wants him. "You don't talk to your best friend about all that stuff?" you ask, voice dripping with amusement.

Eddie blinks, caught off guard. His eyes flicker over to his usual table, where Gareth and the rest of the guys are deep in some animated conversation, oblivious to what's happening here. He snorts, shaking his head again, "I don't have a best friend."

Robin scoffs. "Jesus. That explains so much".

"And, even if I did," Eddie continues, "guys don't do that. Can you imagine how weird it'd be if I talked to Gareth about how I might've knocked you up while we drunkenly fucked outside a warehouse during a Vanguard gig on Saturday night?"

Robin bursts out laughing, and you choke on a bite of food.

Eddie grins, nudging your side, "Like, he would literally throw up. Immediately. I mean, you saw how he almost passed out just from seeing us kiss earlier."

You snort again, and Robin rolls her eyes dramatically, clarifying, "I am also this close to gagging every time you two maniacs are shamelessly all over each other."

You smirk up at Eddie, and his lips twitch into a mischievous smirk of his own, "Oh, yeah?"

Robin glares at the both of you like she knows exactly where this is going, sees how you move a little closer, how your cheeks blush just a little as he winks at you."And so is Steve, by the way," she adds, pointing at you with her sandwich, "That poor guy is still recovering from our stay at his house after that gig."

You squint at her, "Really?"

Robin groans, rubbing her temples, "Oh, please. I barely remember anything, thank God, but Steve? He's traumatized."

Eddie laughs, loud and amused, "Oh, c'mon, it wasn't that bad. I think. I also might've some issues remembering everything".

Robin levels him with a deadpan look, "Wasn't that bad?" She leans forward, voice lowering like she's about to deliver some real truth. "You two were like fucking rabbits. Every time Steve turned to grab more drinks or whatever, you started undressing each other right there, making out, even fucking moaning. Wherever you were."

You grin, a little proud, and Eddie waggles his brows at you.

Robin groans, "And you skinny-dipped in his pool?"

Eddie cackles, tossing his head back, "Ohhh, shit. Yeah".

"While he was checking on me, his best friend, who was puking her heart out?" Robin shakes her head, exasperated. "Shameless. Absolutely shameless."

You glance up at Eddie, eyes twinkling, "We are pretty bad."

He grins, pressing a kiss to your temple, "I think we were pretty decent that night".

Robin groans again, louder this time, standing up and grabbing her tray, "I hate you both. I'm leaving".

"You'll miss us!" Eddie calls after her as she walks away, flipping him off over her shoulder.

You giggle, leaning into him, and he squeezes your thigh, grinning as he watches her go, "God, I love making her suffer".

"You just love showing off," you tease.

He smirks, tilting your chin up. "Only for you, sweetheart." And then he kisses you, slow and deep, just to be extra annoying.

Outside, Eddie watches you shiver, brows knitting together as he twists open the bottle of Advil and shakes two into your palm. You two left the cafeteria, headed outside for a quick smoke and to get you another dose of painkillers before lunch ends.

You toss them back with a sip of water, swallowing hard, pressing your lips together in silent prayer that they'll start working soon. Another cramp rolls through you, sharp and mean, and you groan, leaning against the van, scowling at nothing in particular.

Eddie clicks his tongue, stepping closer. "Poor baby," he coos, slipping an arm around your waist, "Cold and cramping and has to work later? That's just cruel."

You nod miserably, curling into his side, "Everything is awful."

"Not everything", he murmurs, tugging you even closer, opening his jacket, "C'mere."

You don't hesitate, moving inside the warmth of his jacket, pressing yourself against his chest. He wraps it around you, effectively wrapping you in with him, and you sigh into his warmth, inhaling the mix of leather, cigarette smoke, and the faintest traces of his cologne. "Better?" he asks, resting his chin on top of your head.

"Mhmm," you hum, melting into him, "You smell nice."

He chuckles, rubbing slow circles into your back, "You always say that. Starting to think you might have a thing for me."

You snort. "Yeah. Maybe a little."

The wind picks up, and Eddie shields you from it, pulling you impossibly closer. His lips brush against your temple, soft and warm. "I'll take care of you when you get home, yeah?" he murmurs, his voice dipping into something lower, more intimate, "Couch, junk food, movie of your choice..."

"Foot rub?" you ask, hopeful.

He grins, "Yes. Foot rub".

You groan dramatically. "Yes. I'll marry you for that alone."

Eddie laughs, tilting his head down, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. "I knew you were just using me for my hands".

"And your dick" you add, matter-of-factly.

He cackles, the sound vibrating through his chest. "Yeah, yeah, of course."

You snuggle deeper into him, inhaling his scent, feeling his lips press warm kisses on your head. "Can't wait to come home tonight", you mumble into his shirt.

Eddie stills for just a second, barely noticeable, but you catch it. Then he exhales, long and slow, before pressing a firm kiss to the top of your head. His arms tighten around you, pulling you impossibly closer. "Damn", he murmurs, voice rough in that way that makes your stomach flip, "I love hearing you call my place your home".

You smile against his chest, feeling the way his heartbeat picks up just a little. "Well, it is", you mutter simply, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. Eddie huffs a soft laugh, but it's breathless, like you've knocked the wind out of him.

"Yeah?"

You pull back just enough to meet his gaze. His eyes are softer now, warmer, like he's trying to memorize you in this moment. "Yeah", you nod, tilting your chin up slightly, "It's where I wanna be at the end of the day. Where you are. You are my home, Eds".

Eddie swallows hard, jaw working like he's trying to keep himself in check. But then he's kissing you again, slow and deep, hands cradling your face like you're the most precious thing he's ever held.

It's not the usual playful, teasing kind, it's something deeper, something real, something that makes your knees feel a little weak.

When he pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours, breath warm against your lips. "Jesus Christ", he mutters, "How am I supposed to let you go after that?"

You grin, running your fingers through the ends of his hair, "You'll survive".

He groans dramatically, "Barely".

You kiss him one last time before stepping back, "And, technically, you don't have to let me go. We got class together".

Eddie blinks at you, brows furrowing like you just told him the square root of something. "...Really?"

You snort, "Yes. Social studies. In a few minutes".

He stares, still not quite processing, before realization dawns on his face. "Oh shit". He runs a hand through his hair. "That's today? We have that now?"

"Yes?", you laugh softly and nod, seeing how he remembers something and starts to grin widely.

"Social studies, mh? Maybe we'll get that test back from last week".

You shake your head in amusement, "Maybe, yeah".

A massive, shit-eating grin spreads across his face. The kind that makes your stomach flip in the worst/best way. "Oh, sweetheart", he hums, wrapping his arms tighter around you, dark eyes shining down at you in anticipation, "I really hope we get those tests back today".

You groan, laughing at how he wiggles his brows at you, "Eddie".

"'Cause if you recall", he drawls, "we actually studied for this one".

You did. Well, sort of. You tried to study, between making out and getting distracted and nearly saying fuck it entirely. But somehow, miraculously, you both ended up feeling pretty good about it.

Eddie's grin is downright devious now. "And if I also recall, you implemented a little... incentive system for passing grades, right?"

You roll your eyes and chuckle, "It was supposed to help you take studying more seriously".

"Oh, baby, it did. Can't remember the last time I wrote more on a test than just my name".

You scoff, shaking your head as you bite down another grin. "You don't even know what you got yet, loverboy. Maybe it's not a reward but a punishment, mh? Remember that part, too?"

He hums, unbothered, "No, but I've got great feeling. And, most of those punishments, are also something I'd absolutely enjoy".

You glance at him, and sure enough, he looks cocky as hell. Like he's already picturing exactly what kind of reward he's getting. "But what if it's an F, mh? Remember that?", you tease, "No kisses, no touch, nothing, for three whole days?"

Eddie groans dramatically, "I know, and I still think that's absolutely cruel and an unusually hard punishment. You tryna kill me?"

You bite your lip, shaking your head, trying not to laugh, but his dramatics make it impossible, "It's motivation, baby. Maybe you should've studied harder?"

He groans, throwing his head back against the van. "Fuck. Okay, now I'm actually nervous." Then, as if snapping out of it, his smirk returns in full force, "Wait, no I'm not."

You raise a brow, still leaning into him, "Oh? So confident?"

Eddie's hands slide down your back to rest just above the curve of your butt. "Oh, baby," he murmurs, voice dipping low, dark eyes flicking down to your lips, "You saw how much I actually wrote on that test. I felt good about it. I know I passed."

You swallow, pressing your thighs together as he crowds you up against the van.

"And if I passed," he continues, "that means you, my smart girl, definitely passed. Which means..." His smirk deepens, lips brushing against yours, his voice a rough whisper, "two of us are getting a reward." Your breath catches when he leans in, kissing you slow, teasing, the kind of kiss that makes your knees feel unsteady. His hands tighten on you, holding you there, pressing flush against you as he hums against your lips, feeling your hands clutching his back under his jacket. "Imagine you'd even get an A on that", he murmurs between kisses, tilting his head, deepening it, making you grin and kiss him back.

"I love how you believe in me, baby", you mumble back, "But this isn't happening. Praying for a C, that's way more realistic".

His grin is downright wicked. "Fine for me. Means I can eat you out, take my sweet time with your sweet pussy".

You gasp against his mouth as his words sink in, heat prickling up your spine. "Eddie," you hiss, eyes darting around instinctively even though you know you're hidden behind the van.

He just grins, all lazy and cocky, like he knows exactly what he's doing to you."What?" His voice is low, teasing, warm breath ghosting over your lips, "I'm just thinking about what I might get if I aced that test. Got a problem with that, sweetheart?"

You press your hands against his chest, meaning to push him back, but instead, your fingers curl into his jacket, holding onto him. "You're such a menace," you mumble, feeling your cheeks heat up.

He hums, leaning in again, kissing the corner of your mouth, your jaw, down to your neck, his hands sliding lower on your waist. "And you're so easy to fluster," he murmurs, smirking against your skin. "Look at you, already blushing. You love it when I talk dirty to you, don't you?"

You shiver, gripping his jacket tighter as his mouth grazes just below your ear. "Eddie, we're at school," you whisper, trying to sound stern, but it comes out weak, breathy.

"And?" He nips at your earlobe, grinning at the way you gasp, "We're alone. No one can see. Just me and my very sweet, very sore girl." His hands squeeze at your waist, then trail lower, gripping your ass through your jeans. "If you're up for it, sweetheart, I don't care that you're on your period," he murmurs, lips brushing against your neck again, "You know I love making you feel good. I'll do whatever you want, however you want. You just gotta tell me."

Your stomach clenches, not just from the cramps but from the heat rushing through you at his words, at how sincere he sounds under all the teasing. "Eddie," you groan, tipping your head back against the van as his mouth lingers against your throat.

"Mm, I love when you say my name like that," he chuckles, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss just above your collarbone, "Tell me what you need, baby. Want my hands? My mouth? I'd get on my knees for you right now if we had time."

"Jesus Christ," you whisper, actually feeling dizzy from how easily he can turn you on, even when you feel like absolute shit. You fist your hands in his jacket, dragging his mouth back up to yours, kissing him hard, messy, like you need him to shut up before he makes you do something reckless.

Eddie groans into your mouth, pressing you tighter against him, his hips pinning you against the van. His hands roam, sliding under your jacket, over your sweater, gripping at your waist like he's trying to memorize every inch of you. He's so warm, so solid, so yours, and you let yourself melt into him completely.

The bell rings.

You both freeze, breathing hard, faces inches apart. Eddie lets out the most dramatic groan, dropping his forehead against yours. "Fucking cockblocked by the goddamn school bell," he grumbles.

You laugh, breathless, still clinging to him. "You are so lucky we have class together next."

He smirks, stealing another quick, filthy kiss before finally stepping back. "Oh, I know." He winks, grabbing your hand. "Now, let's see if we really get that test back, or if I turned both of us on over nothing".

He keeps his arm draped around you as you step into the classroom, leading you toward two empty seats like he owns the place.

He always does this, always keeps a hand on you, an arm around you, something. It's like he wants to make sure everyone knows exactly who you belong to.

And today, after the way he just had you pinned up against his van, teasing you so shamelessly, the possessiveness feels extra deliberate.

You sink into your seat, cheeks still warm, nudging him with your knee under the desk, "You're so smug".

Eddie just grins, dropping into the seat beside you, slouching back in that way that makes him look like he belongs there, like he's completely unbothered, "What, I can't be excited about our academic achievements?" He wiggles his brows, voice teasing but dripping with anticipation, "This is a big moment, sweetheart. Our future is at stake here".

You snort, shaking your head as you pull out your notebook. "Oh, yeah, our future. Because this test is the one thing standing between us and, what, a lifetime of riches?"

He leans in, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear, "A lifetime of you riding my face, maybe".

You choke on absolutely nothing, smacking his arm as he bursts into laughter. "Eddie, shut up", you hiss, glancing around, paranoid that someone might've heard him.

He just grins wider, pleased with himself, fingers drumming on the desk as your teacher actually begins handing back the tests. She makes a few general comments about the class performance, mentioning how she was pleasantly surprised by some students' efforts. Eddie turns to you, eyes sparkling, wiggling his brows again. "That has to be us, right?", he whispers dramatically, "We studied. We tried. This is our moment, baby".

You bite back a smile, rolling your eyes, but you are a little curious now. You'd both actually put in some effort this time. Maybe, just maybe, it paid off.

Your teacher moves down the rows, handing out the papers, stopping occasionally to make brief comments to some students. You steal another glance at Eddie, who's practically bouncing in his seat, way too eager for someone who usually couldn't care less about grades.Finally, she reaches your row. She sets Eddie's test down in front of him first, giving him a pointed look. "Nice to see some effort, Mr. Munson", she says dryly, "After all". You watch as he flips it over, eyes scanning for his grade.

Then his whole face lights up.

Your test lands on your desk before you can react to his, and your heart jumps into your throat as you flip it over.

Your eyes flick to the top.

C

A deep breath of relief rushes out of you. Not bad. Not amazing, but way better than usual, and, most importantly, it means no punishment. You turn to Eddie, about to show him, but he's already practically vibrating in his seat, holding up his paper for you to see.

C-

You grin, showing him yours. "Looks like we both passed this one, baby".

He chuckles, looks back at his grade, shaking his head in disbelief, like he's just discovered the secret to the universe, "Damn, I'm... I'm not a complete idiot?"

You chuckle, nudging him under the desk, "Guess not. All it takes is the right kinda motivation".

He stares at the test again, rubbing his jaw, completely dumbfounded. Then, slowly, that familiar shit-eating grin starts to creep across his face. He turns to you, dark eyes glittering, and leans in close.Your stomach flips. "So, sweetheart", he murmurs, lips brushing your ear, "that means we both get rewards, huh?" You swallow hard, pulse kicking up a notch. "Looks like some 69 action to me", he grumbles, smirking at how you blush immediately and push him away.

"My god, stop it", you laugh, looking around, but everybody else is way too busy with their test results.

Eddie leans back, grinning so proudly and waggling his brows, so pleased with himself he looks like he might actually start vibrating. "Man, school is great. We should study more often, sweetheart".

You shake your head, laughing, but there's no stopping the way your stomach is flipping. Because he's looking at you like he's already planning exactly how he's going to claim his reward.

Forest HillsLate evening

You pull up outside the trailer, headlights cutting through the dark, cold rain tapping against your windshield.

The warm, golden light glowing from inside makes your chest tighten as you turn off the engine or your car.

Home.

You grab your bag, hurrying out into the freezing night, boots splashing against the wet ground as you rush up the steps. By the time you get the door unlocked and step into the warmth, you're already sighing, exhausted, completely done with today.

Eddie watches you from the kitchenette, leaning against the counter with a beer in hand, but the second you sigh like that, so dramatic, so done, he's moving. "Aw, shit," he murmurs, stepping toward you, already opening his arms, "Bad one?" You just pout at him, exhausted, needy, stepping right into his chest. He chuckles as you bury your face against him, arms winding around his waist, your whole body melting into his warmth. "That bad, huh?" His voice is softer now, one hand sliding up your back, the other slipping into your hair, scratching lightly at your scalp.

You groan, pressing further into him, "I wanna die."

He snorts, kissing the top of your head. "Jesus, sweetheart. You that happy to see me?"

You don't even lift your head, just mumble into his chest, "Three. Three terrible customers, Eds. One tried to scam me, one wouldn't stop talking while I was on the phone, and one was an absolute creep. And all that while I'm feeling like someone's attacking my uterus with a chainsaw".

His body tenses just a little. "Creep?"

"Total creep," you sigh. "Pat had to step in, told me to hide in the back until he was gone."

Eddie's hands tighten on you, making you look up at him. "What did he say?", he mumbles, eyes scanning your face.

You chew your lip, gaze flicking away. "Just... gross shit. Like, talking about my body, my face, my hair, asking how old I was, and when I said I was eighteen, he got all-" You shudder, disgust twisting your stomach, "Barely of age, huh? So young, so fresh, mh? Like, licking his lips and everything. Calling me young lady. Ugh. He looked like he could've been someone's grandpa".

Eddie goes stiff against you, his grip almost bruising. "You're fucking kidding me".

You shake your head, "Wish I was".

His jaw clenches, eyes dark and sharp as his fingers dig into your hips. He looks pissed, like he's debating marching down to the store and hunting the guy down, "I swear to God-"

"It's okay", you shake your head, eyes heavy, not wanting to relive it over and over again, just wanting to soak up his warmth and let the day melt away, "It doesn't matter. Just... I'm tired."

Eddie stares at you for a second, jaw shifting, clearly not letting it go. But then you slump against him again, needing his warmth, his comfort, his scent, all of him. He's so warm and solid and safe, and you just want to crawl inside him and hide forever. His anger crumbles the second you nuzzle into his neck, fingers curling into his shirt, so small and needy against him. His arms tighten around you, and he lets out a shaky breath, his heart aching at how cute you are, how soft and vulnerable and his. "Oh, baby," he groans, pressing a long, slow kiss to your temple, "You kill me".

You hum, soaking up every bit of him. He smells like cigarettes and his body wash, like home.

"Here's what's gonna happen," he murmurs, voice low and sweet, "You're gonna take a hot shower, grab some of my clothes, I'll order us a pizza, and we can snuggle up, how's that sound, mh?"

You sigh against his skin, already melting at the thought, "Perfect".

"And," he adds, tone teasing, "since I love you, I might even share my hidden stash of Reese's."

You blink up at him, eyes widening, "Your stash? The one you hide from Wayne?"

He smirks, nodding. "All yours, sweetheart. If you need some more chocolate."

You let out a deep, content sigh, nuzzling back into his neck, "God, I love you".

"I know," he murmurs, grinning.

Eventually, you pull yourself from his arms and head for the bathroom. The hot water works wonders, washing away the tension of the day, soothing your sore muscles. You slip into Eddie's hoodie and joggers after, the fabric soft and oversized, drowning you. Your hair is still damp, cheeks warm and flushed from the steam, smelling like his shower gel because yours was empty. You're barefoot, no makeup, just raw and soft and natural.

When you step back into the living room, Eddie is already on the couch, beer in one hand, a cigarette in the other, flipping through TV channels. He looks up. And dies. "Oh, come on", he mutters, taking you in.

You blink, "What?"

"You," he groans, eyes dark, running over you like he wants to devour you, "Looking like that? My hoodie, my sweatpants, all soft and fresh outta the shower? Baby, come here." He stubs out his cigarette, sets down his beer, and opens his arms wide. "Pizza's almost here, but I need you on me first."

You giggle, warmth blooming in your chest, and don't even hesitate before crawling into his lap, straddling him, burying yourself against his chest once again.Eddie hums as you settle into his lap, arms wrapping tight around you, his hands sliding up and down your back, his lips already pressing soft, lazy kisses to your temple, your cheek, your jaw. "God, I missed you", he murmurs between kisses, voice warm and sweet and completely obsessed.

You giggle, burying your face into his neck, the heat of him sinking into your bones, "Eds, I saw you, like, five hours ago."

"Too long", he groans dramatically, tilting his head to catch your lips, kissing you slow, deep, like he needs it. And you let him, sinking into it, into him, fingers tangling into his hair, holding onto him as he kisses you again, and again, and... again.His hands slip under the hoodie, big, warm palms running over your lower back, not even trying anything, just feeling you, pulling you closer, like he can't get enough. He groans into your mouth, voice rough and needy, lips trailing back down to your jaw, your throat, kissing and kissing and kissing. You giggle breathlessly, tilting your head back as he buries his face against your neck, humming contently as he breathes you in. "Is that my shower gel?" he mutters suddenly, lips brushing against your skin.

You blink, still dazed, "Uh... yeah?"

He pulls back, grinning like an idiot. "Oh my god," he groans, hands gripping your waist tighter, squeezing like he just physically cannot handle it, "Baby. Baby."

You roll your eyes, laughing, "Eddie, stop".

"No", he groans, shaking his head, "You're in my hoodie, my sweatpants, smelling like me, all soft and pretty and fresh outta the shower, you are killing me".

You blush, biting your lip, watching the way his pupils blow wide, his gaze locked onto your lips again, like he's already planning to kiss you stupid all over again. "You like that, huh?" you tease softly.

He stares at you for a beat. "Oh, fuck yeah", he groans, and before you can even react, he's kissing you again, desperate, greedy, completely obsessed, hands sliding under your hoodie, palms flattening against your bare skin, pulling you even closer, swallowing every giggle, every sigh, every sound you make. You hum against his lips, melting as he kisses you deep and slow, hands roaming, fingers trailing along your bare waist, your back, shamelessly pulling you closer like he needs you. "Eds", you giggle breathlessly, trying, and failing, to catch a break between his kisses, "Baby, I can't, remember?"

His lips move to your jaw, then your throat, kissing, sucking softly, hands tightening their grip on you. "Mmh", he hums against your skin, completely unbothered, "don't care".

You pull back slightly, looking at him, amused, "You should care."

He just grins, head tilting, eyes dark and mischievous, "Why?"

You blink at him, "Uh, 'cause I'm on my period?"

He stares at you for half a second. Then - "So?"

You snort, laughing as he immediately dives back in, hands slipping under your hoodie again, dragging you impossibly closer, lips finding yours with a hunger that makes your stomach flip. "Oh, my god", you laugh against his lips, but you're already giving in, your fingers tangling in his hair.

He grins into the kiss, hands running down your back to grab your ass, squeezing like he owns it. "You think I care about some blood, baby?" He hums, nosing at your cheek, kissing just below your ear, voice dropping lower, teasing, "Think that's gonna keep me from touching you? Holding you? Kissing you?"

You shiver, feeling yourself warm under his touch, under his words, under the way his hands are everywhere, shameless and needy. "You're so weird," you mumble, giggling as he presses kisses all over your face, your jaw, your neck, inhaling deeply like he's trying to memorize how you smell.

"M'just in love," he murmurs, voice playful but so real, like he really, truly means it. "You're my girl. You could be covered in mud and I'd still want you in my lap."

You roll your eyes, but your heart flutters, "That's disgusting".

He just smirks, "And yet, here you are, loving it".

You do. You really, really do.

And then he's kissing you again, slower this time, deeper, like he's savoring you, like he could stay like this forever. His hands roam up your back, warm and big and possessive, pulling you closer until you're completely pressed against him, your noses bumping, your breath mixing, and you can feel how much he wants you, how much he means it. You whimper into his mouth, feeling yourself ache for him, and he groans, squeezing your waist, dragging his hands over your hips, gripping like he's barely holding back. "Fuck, sweetheart", he breathes against your lips, forehead resting against yours, voice rough, heated, "I love how you feel. How you taste".

You shudder, fingers clutching at his shoulders, feeling drunk off him. "You're obsessed", you tease breathlessly.

His grin is all teeth, "And?"

You giggle, shaking your head, leaning in for another kiss -

And it knocks at the front door.

Eddie groans, throwing his head back dramatically, "Oh, fuck off".

You snort against his neck, biting down on your smile, "Pizza's here, baby".

"Yeah, well, so was I", he mutters, squeezing your hips before finally letting you go, "Better be the best fuckin' pizza of my life". He groans as he stands up, adjusting himself in his sweats, clearly frustrated. "Every damn time", he mutters under his breath, running a hand through his hair before stomping over to the door.

You sit back on the couch, still catching your breath, biting down a grin as you watch him. Eddie swings it open with a little too much force, already looking irritated.

And sure enough - there he is. Because of course it's the same poor pizza guy. The one who has, unfortunately, shown up every single time Eddie's been horny and half-dressed when answering the door. Some poor college-aged guy, holding a pizza box and looking thoroughly uncomfortable. "Oh, for fuck's sake", the guy mutters as soon as he sees Eddie.

Eddie blinks. "What?"

The guy sighs, shoving the box toward him, "You again?"

Eddie smirks, taking the box with one hand, using the other to rub at his bare chest like he's some fucking model, "Missed me, did ya?"

The guy makes a disgusted noise, looking everywhere but at him, "Dude, why are you always so worked up when I get here?"

You burst out laughing from the couch, covering your face with your hands. Eddie grins wider, eyes gleaming with mischief as he leans against the doorframe, "Just workin' up an appetite, man".

The guy groans, running a hand down his face, "Jesus Christ".

Eddie shrugs, shameless, shifting his hips just enough to make it extremely clear to you that he's still hard under those joggers, "Hey, at least I put a shirt on this time".

The guy looks pained, like he wants to crawl into a hole. "Barely", he mutters, handing over the receipt with a little more force than necessary.

Eddie takes it, grab some cash from his pocket and, because he just has to, winks, "Keep the change. See ya next time!"

The guy physically recoils, "Oh my god". And then he flees, practically jogging back to his car like he needs to escape.

Eddie shuts the door, turns back around, and beams at you, "He loves me".

You're still giggling, shaking your head, so amused, so in love with this absolute menace of a man, "He's so sick of us".

Your boyfriend drops the pizza on the coffee table and immediately flops back onto the couch, pulling you into his lap. "He's just jealous", he murmurs, nuzzling into your neck, "Wishes he had a girl as sweet as mine".

You smile, leaning into him, fingers threading through his hair. "You're ridiculous".

He grins, pressing a kiss to your throat, "And yet, you're still all over me".

"Yeah, because you buy my junkfood and promise me foot rubs", you smirk, leaning in, kissing him softly, "C'mon, let's eat before it gets cold. I'm starving".

He sighs, dramatic as ever, but lets you go, though not before squeezing your ass one more time for good measure, "Fine. But after? You're mine".

You smirk at him, grab the remote and click through the channels, Eddie watching with mild interest as he digs into the pizza. He's already halfway through his second slice, eating like he hasn't been fed in days as you pause on a channel for a second, some gory slasher flick playing, and immediately keep going.

"Oh, c'mon", he groans through a mouthful of food, "That one's a classic".

You wrinkle your nose, "Yeah, well, I think I've seen enough blood for one day". He snorts, completely unbothered, nodding. You shoot him a grin, finally landing on a channel, "Oh my god! This is on?"

Eddie glances up, mid-chew, and immediately lets out a long sigh when he sees what movie you've picked. "Really?" he groans, voice full of suffering.

You beam, grabbing a slice of pizza and leaning back against the couch. "Yes, really. It's a classic".

"It's not a classic", he argues, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"It is", you insist, pointing at the screen, "It came out this year, and it's already iconic".

Eddie groans, slumping back dramatically, "You have awful taste in movies".

You gasp, pressing a hand to your chest like he just deeply offended you, "Excuse me?"

He gestures at the screen, "This is just - ugh. I can't believe I'm spending my night watching this instead of, I don't know, a real movie".

You roll your eyes, stealing a sip from his beer, "You wanna be miserable, or you wanna be happy with your girlfriend?"

Eddie exhales loudly, takes a huge bite of pizza, and chews aggressively. "Fine", he grumbles, "But I better get cuddles for this".

You grin, nudging him with your shoulder, "You always get cuddles".

He grunts, but within minutes, you catch him actually watching the movie, trying, and failing, to hide his amusement at certain scenes. "You like it", you tease, eating your pizza and grinning at him, "You always like the movies I pick".

"Do not", he mutters, mouth full.

"You do".

He glares at you, "I don't".

"You're laughing".

"I... shut up".

You giggle, stealing another sip of his beer. He rolls his eyes but lets you, his arm tightening around you as you snuggle into his side, warm, full, and happy.

Halfway into the movie, Eddie gets up with a groan, stretching before heading to the kitchen to grab another beer. You sigh, stuffed and lazy, and let yourself sink sideways onto the couch, curling up on your side as you watch the movie.

When he comes back, he pauses for a second, looking at you sprawled out, all comfy and cozy, and immediately grins. "Well", he chuckles, popping the cap off his beer, "You're the cutest thing I've ever seen".

You just hum, too full and too comfortable to argue, wiggling a little to get more settled. Eddie doesn't even hesitate, he sets his beer down on the coffee table and crawls right behind you, molding himself against your back, his arms sliding around you like he was meant to be there. You sigh softly, snuggling back into him, letting his warmth completely surround you. His scent, his body, him."Mmh", you mumble happily, rubbing your cheek against his arm, "So warm".

Eddie buries his face in your neck, pressing a slow, lazy kiss just beneath your ear, "Mm. Comfy, sweetheart?"

You nod, shifting slightly, only to realize just where you're pressing into. Right against his crotch. You smirk to yourself and push back just a little more, testing, feeling the way he tenses ever so slightly, his breath hitching. "Excuse me", he mutters, his arms tightening around you, "What was that?"

You bite your lip, trying not to giggle, "What?"

"You know what", he grumbles, pressing himself against you a little more, just enough to let you feel exactly what's happening beneath his joggers.

You do giggle then, wiggling slightly, "Nope".

He groans, nosing against your hair, hands slipping under your hoodie to hold your stomach, his thumbs stroking lazily over your skin. "Don't act all innocent, baby", he murmurs, voice low and warm, "You know what you're doing".

You hum, arching your back slightly, pressing even closer, "I have no idea what you mean".

Eddie laughs against your neck, low and breathy, before catching your earlobe between his teeth, tugging playfully. "You're a menace", he teases, voice thick with amusement and something darker, heavier. And then, his hands start to wander. Slow, warm. You try, really try, to focus on the movie. But it's hard when he's right there, pressed against you, warm and solid and completely wrapped around you. His hands keep wandering, slow and lazy under your hoodie, stroking over your stomach, tracing nonsense patterns along your ribs, fingertips skimming the bottom of your breast like he's just testing his limits.

And the worst part?

He's doing it all so casually. Like he's not even thinking about it. Like it's second nature. Like he can't not touch you.

You shift slightly, adjusting, trying to ignore the way your body reacts to him.

Eddie chuckles. "Something wrong, sweetheart?", he murmurs, voice warm and teasing against your ear.

You huff, pretending to focus on the movie, "No".

His fingers ghost higher, barely grazing the side of your breast, "You sure?"

You inhale sharply, trying not to shiver, "Yes".

He hums, clearly not convinced. He presses a slow, open-mouthed kiss to your shoulder, right where your hoodie slips down, "You seem a little... distracted".

You glare at the screen, "I'm watching the movie".

"Oh yeah?" He grins against your skin, his hands sliding down again, over your stomach, your hips, tracing the waistband of his joggers that you're wearing, "What's happening?"

You blink. Your mind is blank.

Eddie laughs, low and smug, "That's what I thought".

You groan, tilting your head back against his shoulder in exasperation, "Eds".

"Mmm?" He noses into your neck, lips pressing slow kisses along your jaw, his breath hot against your skin. You shiver.

"Eddie, I swear-"

"What?" he teases, shifting his hips against you just enough to make you feel him, "I'm just cuddling my girl".

You scoff, trying to ignore the heat pooling in your stomach, "This is not cuddling".

He hums, like he's considering, "No?"

"No".

He grins, pressing one more kiss behind your ear, "Okay, then".

And just like that - he stops.

He goes still, arms still around you, but no more wandering, no more teasing, no more soft, lazy kisses.

You blink, confused, and shift slightly.

Eddie smirks. "Something wrong?"

You huff, realizing exactly what he's doing.

Asshole.

"No", you sweetly chirp, smirking to yourself, feeling the way Eddie stiffens slightly behind you, his breath catching when you shift, pressing back, slow and deliberate, right against the growing hardness in his joggers.

Two can play this game.

You sigh softly, stretching just enough to let his hand slide exactly where you want it, his palm landing warm and heavy over your chest. His fingers twitch, just a little, but he doesn't move. Neither do you. Like it was accidental. Like you didn't just put his hand there on purpose. "This", you murmur, shifting again, your ass pressing harder against him, feeling the way his grip on you tightens involuntarily, the way his cock twitches against you, "This is cuddling".

Eddie lets out a slow, measured breath through his nose, like he's actively trying not to react. Like he's trying to win.He exhales sharply, ignoring your obvious bullshit, and moves his hand, pulling it off your chest and placing it safely over your stomach instead.

Okay. Fine.

You bite your lip, hiding your smirk, and immediately grab his hand again, pulling it back up, pressing it over your breast, your fingers curling over his, squeezing slightly, sighing like it's the most innocent thing in the world.

Eddie groans. "You're a menace", he mutters against the back of your neck.

You hum in response, all fake nonchalance, eyes still on the movie, acting like you're not absolutely wrecking him right now. "Hmm?"

Eddie exhales deeply, "You know what you're doing".

"No, I don't".

You shift again, arching slightly, letting the fabric of his hoodie slip up, your skin meeting the warmth of his fingers. You sigh again, like you're just getting comfortable, completely unbothered. "I'm just cuddling my boyfriend, that's all".

Eddie grits his teeth. His fingers twitch against your breast before he forces himself to move them, dragging his hand away again and placing it firmly on your hip.

You almost laugh. Because you can feel how hard he is against you now, feel the way he's struggling, the way his body tenses behind you, his breathing getting heavier, his restraint cracking, splintering, slipping. It won't take much more. So you push back one more time, tilting your head slightly, exposing your neck, your voice soft and teasing as you whisper, "Babe?"

"...What", he grits out, barely holding it together.

You roll your hips against him, slow and deliberate, pressing right against him. "Oh, nothing".

He groans, low and quiet, his nose pressing into the crook of your neck. You're so smug, pretending to focus on the movie like you don't feel him getting harder against you, like you don't hear the way his breathing changes. "Baby", he murmurs, voice thick and warm against your skin, "you're testing me right now".

You smile, all fake innocence, "What? I'm just watching the movie".

Eddie huffs a laugh, but it's strained, like he's barely holding himself together.

You shift again, just a little, just enough.

And that's it.

That's all he can take.

His hand moves, fingers slipping under your hoodie, warm against your skin as he pulls you tighter against him. "You think you're funny, don't you?", he breathes, lips ghosting over your ear.

You grin, heartbeat picking up, "A little".

He chuckles, but it's low, dark, his other hand sliding up your thigh, gripping you firmly. "You want something, baby?", he murmurs, his lips pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, "Because all you gotta do is ask". Your stomach flips, your breath hitching. You do want something. "Want me to touch you again, mh? Just say so", he continues, his breath tickling your neck.

You're crumbling, already aroused just from how raspy and restrained he sounds. You nod. Just once, while biting your lip, feeling his smirk on your skin. His hand slips under your hoodie again, tickling the skin of your stomach as he moves his fingers, making you shiver as he slides them up, cupping your boob, squeezing it lightly. You shiver at the feeling of his fingertips teasing the soft curve of your breast, rolling your nipple between them until you sigh and arch into him.

He knows you want him.

"Want me to kiss you? Yeah?" he murmurs, lips brushing against your ear.

You nod again, unable to find your voice, and you feel the smirk on his lips before he even moves. His kisses start soft, your jaw, your throat, your earlobe, making you shudder, before he finally leans over, capturing your lips in a deep, hungry kiss.And fuck, you melt for him. You roll onto your back, pulling him with you, letting him press over you as the kiss deepens, your fingers twisting into his curls, moaning softly when his hand skims down your stomach again, teasing just above the waistband of his joggers. You can feel how hard he is against your thigh, grinding against you like he can't help himself. You're gasping softly when feeling him stimulating your nipple once again, his breath hot against your skin as he kisses you deeper, pressing you into the couch. You're breathing his name, reaching for him, pulling him further down on you, needing his weight, his warmth, his scent. He groans softly at how you arch into him, feeling how needy you are for him, how badly you want him too.

Your kisses grow hungrier, moans and gasps mixing into them as Eddie's hands roam your body, reach around you, grab your ass, pull you into him. Between kisses, licks of his tongue and nibbles of his teeth, he mumbles against your lips again, making your whole body react immediately. "You want me to fuck you, baby? That what you want?"

Your stomach flips. You do. God, you do.

But you hesitate.

So you swallow, pull back just a little to catch your breath, "Are you sure? I mean, I'll probably make a mess, and-"

Eddie doesn't let you finish. He kisses you again, hard, cutting off your words with his lips and tongue, leaving you breathless. And when he pulls back, he's looking right into your eyes, voice so sure, so unbothered. "Who gives a shit?" His fingers slip under your hoodie again, exploring your skin like he needs to touch you. "If you want me", he murmurs, "you have me".

His other hand tilts your chin, thumb brushing over your bottom lip. "All of me". His lips ghost over yours, teasing. "My hands, my dick, my mouth". Another kiss, deep and slow, making you whimper against him. "I'll give you everything , baby, I don't give a fuck about any of that. I want you so fucking bad".

And you know he means it.

"Fuck, I need you", you breathe, letting your words tickle his lips before kissing him again, knotting your hands with his shirt as you melt into him, feeling how your words make him lose his mind. "Bedroom", you whisper, "now".

He doesn't hesitate. Not for a second.

The moment the words leave your lips, he's on his feet, tugging you with him, practically dragging you through the trailer. But he doesn't even make it to the bedroom before he needs to touch you again. He presses you into the hallway wall, hands sliding over your body, lips claiming yours in a messy, desperate kiss. You gasp as his fingers tease under your hoodie, palms roaming your bare skin, making you shiver as you push his shirt up, dragging it over his head. "Oh, yes", you breathe, admiring the sight of him, letting your hand slide down his naked chest, biting your lip.

He grins, hands tightening on your hips as me playfully flexes his chest under your touch, "Like what you see, baby?"

"You have no idea", you mumble, teasingly sliding your hand lower, feeling how he tenses under your touch as you caress the stubbly skin just above his waistband. His lips find yours for another deep kiss, pressing into you as your hand falls lower, grabbing his dick through this joggers, making him groan and kiss you harder. "Get in bed and wait for me", you whisper, giving him a slow, teasing kiss, "I'll be right there".

You slip into the bathroom, just for a second, to take care of your tampon situation, and when you step into his bedroom, your breath catches.

Eddie's already on the bed, leaning back against the pillows, topless, his joggers tented over his hard dick. His hand is palming himself through the fabric, lazy and slow, dark eyes devouring you the second you step inside.

And you know you have him wrapped around your finger.

You smirk, stepping further into the room, fingers teasing at the waistband of the joggers you stole. You slide them off slowly, keeping eye contact, leaving you in nothing but your black panties and his hoodie. You let the hoodie fall next, the fabric slipping off your shoulders, leaving you bare in the warm glow of his bedroom light.

Eddie swears under his breath. His jaw tenses. His hand flexes over his length, gripping himself just a little tighter. "Jesus fuck", he mutters, eyes dragging down your body, dark and hungry, like he doesn't even deserve to be looking at you like this.

And you love it.

"Like what you see, baby?" you tease, throwing his words back at him as you step closer. But before you can make it all the way, he grabs you, hands firm on your hips, pulling you onto the bed, rolling you underneath him in a breathless blur of movement. You gasp as his hands roam your body, his lips everywhere, your neck, your collarbone, your chest, hot and desperate and worshipping.

"You're so fucking perfect", he groans, letting his teeth graze your skin, his tongue slip over your hard nipples, feeling how you arch into him, how your leg wraps around his naked back.

He's obsessed with you. And he's not even trying to hide it.

Big hands slide down your sides, rough fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties. His breathing is ragged, his lips hovering over yours, his eyes dark and wild as he tugs the fabric down. He doesn't hesitate, doesn't second-guess. Just pulls them off and tosses them aside like they were in his way, like he can't stand even a second longer without feeling you completely bare beneath him. His joggers and boxers are gone next, shoved down in a rush, exposing how hard he is, how desperately he needs you. And fuck, you can feel it, feel him pressing hot and heavy against your thigh as he grips your leg, shifting, adjusting, angling you just right.

He doesn't even bother reaching for a condom. He really doesn't give a fuck about any mess.

"You sure?" is all he murmurs, voice strained, his forehead pressed to yours. But it's not hesitation, not reluctance, it's reverence, like he's holding himself together by a thread, waiting for you to say the word so he can finally lose it.

You nod, breathless, "Yes".

Eddie groans, low and deep, dragging himself through your slick folds, teasing, torturing, making you both tremble with anticipation until he pushes in, slow but insistent, stretching you open, filling you, and your whole body shudders at the sheer overwhelming feeling of it.

"Oh my god", you gasp, nails digging into his shoulders as he widens your sensitive core, sliding deeper and deeper.

He chokes out a curse, his fingers gripping your thigh hard enough to leave bruises, his other hand braced beside your head. "Jesus fucking Christ", he breathes, voice wrecked, shaking as he bottoms out, pressing as deep as he can go, "Fuck, baby, you feel so great".He doesn't move yet, can't. He's too lost in the way you squeeze around him, how impossibly tight and wet and perfect you are. He just buries his face in the crook of your neck, breathing you in, trying not to lose himself too soon.

But you're already gone. Already gasping, arching, rocking your hips up to meet him, needing more, needing everything. "Eddie", you whimper, breathless, "Move, please fuck me".

His restraint shatters. His hands tighten on your body, and then he pulls back, just enough to slam back in, hard and deep, making you cry out. "Fuck", he grits out, eyes locked onto yours, watching every reaction, every shuddering breath, every way you fall apart underneath him, "You like that?"

"Fuck, yes baby", you gasp, legs wrapping around him, pulling him closer, deeper.

Eddie groans, gripping your hips as he starts moving in earnest, thrusting into you like he can't help himself, like he's possessed. He's panting against your lips, kissing you between moans, swallowing your little whimpers like they're the best thing he's ever heard. And all you can do is take it, hold onto him, drown in him, lost in the way he's stretching you, filling you, ruining you. Every snap of his hips hits just right, every inch of him making your whole body burn. You're clinging to him, gasping his name, nails raking down his back as pleasure coils tighter and tighter inside you. "You're gonna make me cum", you pant, catching his lips for another desperate kiss, arching into him, his thrusts jolting through your body, making you beg for more, "Keep going, oh fuck YES, d-don't stop".

He manages to even pick up the pace, fucking you so hard, so fast his whole bed is slamming against the wall, the sound of it mixing into your desperate moans, the clapping sound of your skin, his heavy breathing. "Yeah?", he rasps, lifting his mouth from yours, "Want me to keep fucking you like that? You want it hard, baby?"

"Y-yes", you whimper, clawing your nails down his chest, moving with his breathtaking rhythm, legs already trembling at his sides. You can't think, can't breathe, can't do anything but feel, feel the heat of his body, the way he fits so perfectly inside you, the way he moves, like he's unraveling right along with you.

Like he needs this just as badly as you do.

Your head falls back when your back arches off the mattress, you force yourself to keep your eyes open, locking them with his, biting your lip to muffle another moan. He's absolutely losing his mind at his sight. Eyes flicking between your face and tits, how you're winding underneath him, your soaked pussy squeezing around him, tensing more and more as he fucks you closer and closer to your climax. "You're so fucking hot like this", he pants, grabbing your thigh and hitting you just right, bathing in the loud moan you can't keep in as he hammers back into you. His fingers slide down, pressing against you in just the right way, making you cry out again as he rubs your clit, making you tighten around him, and he curses, dropping his head to your shoulder, his breath ragged, uneven.

"Please cum for me", he rasps, "Fuck, baby, I need you to cum for me".

You're close. So close.

The pressure builds in your core, tight and overwhelming, and you can feel yourself teetering on the edge, unable to stop it, your body trembling, gasping for air, your name slipping from his lips in a raw whisper that sends a jolt straight to your heart. "Cum for me," he pants again, eyes dark and intense, "Cum on my fucking dick, baby". Your eyes roll back, all you can feel is how deep he is, how his thumb presses on your clit, mixing into his sharp rhythm, starting a wave of tingly heat between your legs.

"I'm-"

Your own words are cut off by a sharp inhale as you fall over the edge, your body shaking, your lips parting for breathless moan as pleasure rushes through you, waves of sensation crashing down, leaving you gasping, whimpering his name in the aftermath. Eddie groans darkly, watching how you crumble, tremble, lose your mind beneath him, completely mesmerized.

"Holy fuck", you gasp, still shaking, gasping for air as your eyes open again, a dirty smirk growing on your lips as you glance up at his sweaty face. He grins smugly, slamming back into you, making you groan again as he falls back into the same fast rhythm, now chasing his own release. His head falls down your shoulder, heavy breath hitting your damp skin as he lets go, burying his aching dick deep inside your throbbing, slick core. "You fuck me so good, baby", you pant into his ear, biting his shoulder as you move with him, wrapping your arms around his neck, tugging his hair just how you know he loves it, "You're so fucking good to me". Eddie's grip tightens on you, holding you just like he needs you as he fucks deep into you, his muscles tensing under your touch. You grab his biceps, moaning into his ear, pressing your chest against him, letting him feel and hear how good he makes you feel, driving him insane. He lifts his head, letting his salty lips fall on yours to kiss you breathlessly, groaning as you clench around his length again. "I love you so fucking much", you pant, followed by another moan as he thrust, feeling how his rhythm turns sloppier, how his hot breath turns harder and harder, his lips pressing on yours, until he groans so low it makes you shiver beneath him, burying himself so deep inside you as he stills for a second, shooting his hot cum into you.

Slowly, he moves, riding out his orgasm, not leaving your lips as he starts to smirk. You chuckle, still out of breath when kissing him back, slow and deep, inhaling his scent and the heat between you. "How did I get so fucking lucky?", he rasps, "You're out of this world, baby. Fuck".

He laughs lightly as he pulls back, still inside you, still twitching, not wanting to leave your warmth, "I fucking love you, too. And damn, how I love fucking you".