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The hotel room is dark, bathed only in the soft flicker of the TV still playing some late-night infomercials.

You barely register the sound, your body heavy, warm, tangled in soft sheets and even softer limbs.

Eddie is draped over you, one arm slung low across your waist, his body radiating heat like a furnace. His face is buried against your shoulder, breath slow and deep, the faintest hint of a snore escaping his lips every few seconds.

You blink slowly, adjusting to the dim light, the haze of sleep still clinging to you. Your body aches in the best way, every muscle pleasantly sore, your skin sensitive where his hands and mouth had been hours before. You shift slightly, and Eddie stirs, his grip unconsciously tightening around you, pulling you impossibly closer. You smirk sleepily, pressing the lightest kiss to his forehead, feeling the warmth of his skin against your lips. He smells like hotel soap, cigarettes, beer, and him. Your fingers gently trace down his arm, feeling the way his muscles twitch in his sleep.

You're just about to drift off again, when you realize, you actually need to pee. That's what probably woke you in the first place.

Carefully, you begin peeling yourself from his hold, biting your lip as his fingers instinctively flex on your hip, like he's reluctant to let you go even in his sleep. You move slow, painstakingly gentle, shifting his arm off of you before slipping from the sheets entirely. He grumbles something incoherent, forehead pressing into the pillow where your body had just been as you stand and tiptoe through the room.

The bathroom is dark, but you don't bother turning on the light.

You leave the door slightly ajar, peeing as quietly as possible before padding back into the room, feet silent against the plush carpet. You sigh, glancing at the bedside table, at the plates still stacked from your late-night feast. Ew. With a quiet huff, you start gathering them, stacking lids back onto plates, carrying them to the small desk near the minibar for housekeeping to deal with in the morning. You rub the sleep from your eyes, still warm from the deep comfort of Eddie's hold, your body sluggish and sated.

Well, not warm. More like... hot.

Sleeping wrapped up in Eddie and the thick bathrobe had made you a little too warm. You pull at the belt, letting the robe slip from your shoulders, sliding down your arms until it pools at your feet. Naked now, you stretch, exhaling as the cool air kisses your skin.

The TV is still playing, some infomercial about a kitchen appliance that promises to change lives, but you barely notice it as you grab the remote and click it off. The sudden silence feels heavy, wrapping around you like a blanket, leaving only the sound of Eddie's soft breathing behind you.

You pad toward the window, standing in the soft glow of the city, pressing your palm lightly against the cool glass before opening it to let in some air.

The streets below have quieted, Indianapolis now settled into the deep lull of early morning.

You inhale deeply, letting the fresh air soothe the lingering heat on your skin, feeling the way the night still hums outside.

Behind you, Eddie stirs. The sheets rustle, a low grumble slipping from his throat as he shifts, reaching for you. His hand pats the empty bed beside him, searching. Another groggy noise, annoyed this time. He rolls to his side, head burrowing into your pillow before he stops, brow furrowing. Slowly, his eyes crack open, thick lashes heavy with sleep as he blinks. His head lifts, squinting toward the empty space where you should be. He grumbles again, rolling onto his back, running a slow hand over his face.

Then he sees you.

Standing at the window, bathed in pale moonlight, your bare body glowing softly in the dim room.

Very bare body.

He stills. Breath catching. Sleep forgotten in an instant. Slowly, he blinks, his voice thick and husky with sleep as he rasps, "Am I fucking dreaming?"

You smirk, glancing over your shoulder, moonlight glinting in your eyes, "Nope. Just awake."

His breath hitches, gaze slowly dragging down your bare body, illuminated only by the soft glow of the city lights outside. His robe had already been loose, half-fallen open while he slept, but now he tugs at the tie, shrugging out of it entirely as he sits up, pushing his messy curls from his face."Jesus Christ, baby," he mutters, voice still hoarse, rubbing his face as if trying to wake himself up properly, "You always this fuckin' stunning when I wake up or is this some kind of witchcraft?"

You chuckle, shaking your head as you turn back toward the window, stretching lazily, "You're half-asleep, Munson. Probably dreaming after all. Go back to sleep".

He hums, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, resting his elbows on his knees, watching you like a man mesmerized, "If this is a dream, I never wanna wake the fuck up."

You exhale, turning to lean against the window, arms loosely crossed under your naked breasts, just watching him with an amused smile as he shakes off sleep.

His hair is wild, all mussed from sleep, curls sticking in every direction. His skin still carries the warmth of sleep, his body lax, but his eyes, those deep, sleepy brown eyes, are locked on you with something heavy. He licks his lips, tilting his head, "C'mere, baby."

You stay put, smirking, "Why?"

"Because I need you back in this bed," he mutters, voice dropping, hands already reaching toward you though you're still feet away. "Been asleep for, what, a couple hours? Feels like I haven't touched you in forever."

You giggle, but before you can tease him, he groans and just stands, padding toward you, completely naked, still sleep-warm, his body all heat and muscle as he closes the space between you. He stops just in front of you, bare feet against the hotel floor, chest rising and falling deeply. His hands find your waist, fingers tracing the dips of your sides, thumbs smoothing over your warm skin. "Fuckin' unreal, baby," he murmurs, voice softer now, sleep-drunk but laced with something else. Something deeper, "You in the moonlight like this? Fuck."

You hum, leaning into him as he pulls you flush against his bare chest, his warmth immediately soaking into you.

His hands slide down, palms spreading over the curve of your ass, squeezing lightly as he kisses your shoulder, then your neck. His lips move slowly, lazily, like he's still waking up, like he just needs to feel you under his lips to convince himself you're real. His mouth finds yours, lips warm and soft, tongue teasing against yours in slow, sleepy strokes. His grip tightens, pulling you even closer, bare skin against bare skin, the heat between you simmering into something molten.

"Go back to bed, Eddie," you murmur, though there's no real weight behind it. Your voice is already dipping, breath hitching as his lips leave yours, fall to your neck and find the spot just below your ear, his teeth scraping ever so lightly before pressing another deep, lingering kiss to your throat.

"Mmm... yeah, no," he hums against your skin, hands kneading at your hips, sliding up to your waist, thumbs brushing just under your ribs, "Not a fuckin' chance." His voice is thick with sleep, but there's something else now, something deep and heady curling beneath it. Something worshipful. His eyes flick up to meet yours, dark and heavy-lidded, like he's completely enraptured, like he's seeing you for the first time again. "You have any idea what you look like right now? How could I just walk away from that?" His voice is barely above a whisper. His hands smooth up, cupping your breasts, thumbs swiping over your already peaked nipples, sending a shiver down your spine.

You let out a breathy laugh, fingers toying with his curls.

Eddie smirks but his gaze stays molten as he drinks you in. "I'm serious, baby. You..." he swallows thickly, fingers tracing down the dip of your spine, thumbs pressing into the small of your back, pulling you against him, "Your tattoos, long hair, those fuckin' curves, that skin..." He exhales sharply, like he's trying to compose himself but failing miserably. "... and the moonlight all over you? Looking like a goddamn goddess?" He lets out a breath, voice dipping lower, rougher. "Fuckin' unreal, sweetheart. You're unreal."

Your stomach flutters at the way he says it, raw and adoring, like he can't believe you're standing right in front of him. You hum softly, letting your hands glide down his bare chest, feeling the slow rise and fall of his breath. "And yet," you tease, eyes glinting with amusement, "somehow very, very real."

Eddie chuckles, but it quickly fades into a deep, satisfied hum as he pulls you even closer, pressing every inch of himself against you. His hands roam over your body, palming your ass, smoothing up your back, over your arms, then back down, sliding around to cup your breasts again, rolling your nipples between his fingers. Your breath hitches, body pressing instinctively into his touch. "Fuck, baby," he sighs, his lips back on your neck, hot and slow and worshipping, "Swear to God, I'll never get enough of you."

You tilt your head, letting him kiss down your throat, over your collarbone. His lips are warm, his tongue flicking out just slightly before he bites down, sucking lightly, marking you. Big hands slide down your waist, over your hips, gripping them firmly. Then, slowly, he starts to move you. You let him, brows raising slightly as he guides you back, until your spine meets the cold glass of the window, the contrast of cool and warm making you gasp softly. He groans at the sound, his nose brushing against your cheek, his lips ghosting over yours. Your arms wrap around him, lips finding each other for another deep kiss. You sigh against his mouth, body melting into his, fingers curling into the back of his neck. His hands slide down, smoothing over your thighs, gripping just behind your knees as he presses you further against the window, into him, into his warmth.

The cool November air drifts in, ghosting over your bare skin, but you barely feel it. Not with him kissing you like this. Not with the heat rolling off of him, with the way his lips move against yours like he's drinking you in.

He deepens the kiss, tilting your chin up, humming into your mouth as your tongues brush, his fingers digging into your thighs, pulling you impossibly closer. Your heart pounds against your ribs, heat curling low in your stomach, pooling between your thighs. "C'mere, baby." His voice is thick, rough with sleep and want. He grips your thighs tighter, then lifts you effortlessly, making you gasp and wrap your arms tighter around his neck. You giggle against his jaw as he carries you the short distance to the bed, voice breathless, teasing, "Not thinking about sleeping, are you?"

Eddie grins, his nose brushing yours, "You kidding? I'm just a man, and I woke up to this".

He lays you down, crawling over you, his body warm and solid and yours. His lips are back on you in an instant, slow and worshipping, kissing his way down your body, taking his time. The only light in the room is from the moon, spilling through the window, casting silver shadows over his face, over the ink on his skin, the mussed curls framing his jaw.

You reach up, fingers threading into his hair, and he sighs as he leans into your touch, his lips meeting yours in a slow, deep kiss. Your body melts under him, sighing softly against his mouth as his hands smooth over your sides, up to your ribs, his thumbs brushing beneath your breasts.

Every touch is light, gentle, like he's savoring every inch of you. His lips leave yours only to trace down your jaw, your throat, pressing soft kisses along the fluttering pulse there.

You exhale his name in a whisper, and he hums against your skin, his hands continuing their slow exploration of your body. "I love you," you murmur, arching into him as he kisses lower, his lips dragging over your collarbone, down the center of your chest.

His breath catches, and he stills for a moment, before exhaling softly, his nose brushing over your skin. "God, baby," he whispers, his voice rough with emotion, "love you so fucking much."

You smile, your fingers trailing through his hair, down the back of his neck, "Show me."

His lips worship every inch of your body, trailing soft kisses down your stomach, over the marks he left earlier, before making his way back up, kissing your ribs, your breasts, your throat. His fingers follow the same path, skimming over your hips, your waist, your thighs, tracing gentle patterns into your skin.

It's almost torturous, how delicate, how patient he is, taking his time to touch you, feel you, make you sigh and shiver beneath him.

Every whisper, every murmur of praise is quiet, meant only for you. "So beautiful," he breathes against your skin, "so soft".

Your bodies react to each other, you feel him growing hard against your thigh, feel yourself needing him more and more as he keeps on worshipping every inch of you.

By the time he finally pushes into you, your body is already awake, sensitive, desperate for him in a completely different way than before.

He moves slow, his forehead pressed against yours, his breath warm against your lips. A gasp escapes you as he fills you completely, and he shushes you gently, kissing you through it, his hand cupping your face, his thumb stroking over your cheek. "I got you, baby," he murmurs, "I got you."

Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he groans softly, his lips brushing over yours as he starts to move.

It's slow, unhurried, the kind of pace meant to last, meant to feel.

Your hands slide over his back, your nails barely scraping against his skin as he rocks into you, his breath stuttering every time you whisper his name. The sounds in the room are quiet, soft sighs, hushed moans, whispered I love you's exchanged between deep kisses. The breeze from the open window cools the heat between your bodies, the moonlight illuminating your skin, making everything feel almost dreamlike.

Eddie swears he's dreaming.

He's hovering over you, completely lost in the way you feel beneath him, warm, soft, perfect. The open window lets in the cool night breeze, ghosting over your heated skin, making you shiver under his touch. The moon spills silver light over you both, catching the curves of your body, the flushed glow on your cheeks, the way your lips part with every slow, deep thrust. His fingers lace with yours, pressing your hands into the sheets as he rolls his hips against you, his forehead brushing yours. Your breaths mingle, warm and uneven, lips brushing but not quite kissing as you whisper to each other between soft moans and sighs.

"This real?" he murmurs, voice husky and thick with something deeper than lust, "Or am I dreaming?"

You smile, breathless, tilting your chin up so your lips catch his in a slow, teasing kiss. "You tell me, rockstar," you whisper, squeezing his fingers in yours, "You feel real to me."

A soft, breathy chuckle escapes him, and he kisses you again, lingering, deepening it, his body pressing more fully into yours. "God, baby," he breathes against your mouth, "you feel like a fuckin' dream." Your legs tighten around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he groans, breaking the kiss to bury his face in the crook of your neck. "Shit," he mutters against your skin, voice trembling with how good you feel wrapped around him. "Too fuckin' good." You sigh, letting your head tip back as his lips trail along your throat, his tongue flicking out just slightly before he kisses up to your jaw. "You smell so good", he whispers, lips dragging over your pulse, "So warm".

You whimper softly, rolling your hips up to meet his thrusts, making him shudder. "You're obsessed with me," you tease in a hushed voice, a lazy, breathy giggle slipping out as he nips at your jaw in response.

"You're goddamn right I am," he growls, voice thick with emotion, "and you fuckin' love it."

"Mmm, I do," you whisper, nudging your nose against his, lips barely touching, "I love everything about you, Eds".

His movements slow even more, his grip on your hands tightening as he exhales shakily, nudging his forehead against yours. "Love you," he murmurs, voice almost reverent. "So fuckin' much, baby. Don't even know what I did to deserve you."

You tilt your head, brushing your lips over his in the softest kiss, a slow, sensual press of mouths that lingers like a promise. "You deserve everything," you whisper against his lips, "Always."

Eddie groans like the words physically hurt in the best way, like they unravel something deep inside him. His hips stutter, his body trembling slightly as he kisses you again, his free hand slipping from yours to cradle your face, thumb tracing along your cheekbone.

"You feel so good," you murmur, your nails scraping gently along his back, "So perfect".

He shudders at your words, nipping at your lips before burying his face in your neck again, whispering against your skin. "Baby, fuck, you're gonna be the fuckin' death of me."

"Mmm, not yet," you giggle softly, tilting your head to catch his lips again, "I still need you."

His chest heaves with a deep, shaky breath, and then he's pulling back just enough to look down at you, eyes blown wide and dark with something deeper than lust. His hands slide along your waist, up to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing over your sensitive skin, making you gasp. "You have me," he whispers, voice raw, thick with emotion, "Forever."

You smile, your hands sliding up into his damp curls, holding his face as you whisper against his lips. "Forever."

Eddie can't stop kissing you. Can't stop touching you. Every slow, deep thrust has him groaning softly, his hands gliding over your body, fingers tracing delicate patterns into your skin. His lips never leave you, your mouth, your jaw, your throat. Every breath he takes is filled with you. He groans into your mouth, rolling his hips deeper, making you moan so softly it's barely audible. "God, baby," he breathes, "I can't wait to make it real someday."

Your brows furrow slightly, hands tightening in his hair as you look up at him, "Make what real?"

His eyes search yours, dark and brimming with something so raw it steals your breath. "What we joked about all evening," he whispers, nudging his nose against yours, "You bein' my wife. Callin' you Mrs. Munson for real."

Your breath stutters, and your chest feels too full, too warm, like you might burst with how much you love him. "Eddie," you whisper, barely able to form words as your fingers tighten in his curls.

"Mmm," he hums, pressing kisses along your jaw, "can't wait to marry you one day. Make you mine forever. Give you my last name. Fuck, I wanna see you sign it, wanna hear people call you that, wanna hear you say it."

A soft giggle escapes you, and he groans at the sound, at the way your body flutters around him. "Eddie," you sigh, pressing your forehead against his, "you're such a menace."

"Nah, baby," he murmurs, sliding his hand up to cup your face, thumb stroking your cheek, "I'm just in love with you. Stupid in love with you."

Your heart clenches, warmth flooding your chest as your hands slip into his hair, pulling him into another slow, deep kiss. "I love you, Eddie," you whisper between kisses. "So fucking much. And I can't wait either".

Eddie exhales shakily, a deep, shuddering breath against your skin, like your words physically hit him, made him weak. "Say it," he murmurs, lips brushing over yours, "wanna hear you say it, baby."

Your lips curl into the softest, most loving smile as you cradle his face, eyes locked with his. "I can't wait to be your wife one day, Eddie," you whisper, "can't wait to really be Mrs. Munson."

His whole body shudders at your words, a deep, wrecked groan slipping from his lips as he buries his face in your neck. "Fuck," he growls, rolling his hips into yours a little harder, "you're really gonna be the death of me one fucking day"

"Not yet," you tease breathlessly, kissing along his jaw, "not 'til you put a ring on my finger".

He chuckles softly, the sound vibrating against your skin as he lifts his head, catching your lips in another slow, searing kiss. "Oh, baby," he murmurs against your mouth, "when the time comes, that ring's gonna be fuckin' huge."

You giggle, moaning softly when he shifts just right, when his fingers tighten against your skin, guiding your hips to meet his. "You're ridiculous," you whisper, biting your lip as he kisses down your throat.

"I just love you," he breathes, "so much. More than I know how to say."

"Then don't say it," you murmur, tugging him into another deep kiss, "just show me."

His breath shudders as he pulls back just enough to watch your face, to see every little reaction, the way your brows furrow slightly, the way your lips part with every soft moan, the way your body trembles beneath his. His fingers glide up, tracing the curves of your waist, your ribs, before slipping between your bodies.

The moment his thumb brushes over your most sensitive spot, a sharp gasp leaves your lips, your body arching into him.

"That's it," he murmurs, pressing his forehead to yours, "just let me take care of you."

Your nails dig into his back, your breath coming quicker now, every slow, precise thrust making your body tighten, coil with pleasure. "Eddie," you whimper, your voice barely above a breath, "so close."

"I got you, sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice soft but full of heat, "I'm right here."

Just a little more, just a little faster, a little deeper, his fingers coaxing you closer and closer, until...

Your whole body tenses beneath him, pleasure cresting and breaking like a wave as your soft, breathless moans fill the quiet room. Your arms tighten around him, nails pressing into his skin as you shake beneath him, your legs trembling around his waist.

"That's it," Eddie groans, voice strained as he feels you fall apart beneath him, "fuck, that's it." His movements slow for just a moment, letting you ride out every last shudder, before his hips stutter, his breath catching. He buries his face in your neck, groaning your name as he pushes deep one last time, spilling deep inside you - and finally collapsing against you, completely spent.

You're still trembling slightly, your body weak and blissed out, and he feels it, feels the aftershocks, the way you cling to him, the way you're still catching your breath. He presses soft kisses against your shoulder, your jaw, your temple. "You okay?" he murmurs, voice thick with exhaustion and love.

You nod, smiling sleepily as your fingers trace lazy patterns over his back. "More than okay," you whisper. "That was... God, babe".

He chuckles softly, tilting his head up to press a kiss to your nose. "Yeah?" he murmurs, grinning. "That good, huh?"

You swat his shoulder playfully, making him laugh, before cupping his face in your hands, kissing him softly, slow and deep. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me," you whisper against his lips.

His arms tighten around you, pulling you impossibly closer, letting you nuzzle into him as exhaustion slowly starts to pull you both under again.

The softest brush of lips against your shoulder pulls you from the depths of sleep hours later.

It's slow, barely there, like a whisper against your skin.

You hum, shifting slightly, the sheets rustling around you.

The bed is warm, the sheets carrying the lingering scent of last night, faint traces of cigarette smoke, hotel soap, sex, and Eddie.

Another kiss, this time against the side of your neck, followed by a lazy, contented sigh. "Mornin', Mrs. Munson," Eddie murmurs against your skin, his voice low and raspy from sleep.

You smile, eyes still closed, stretching just slightly as you melt into his touch. "Not yet," you tease, voice thick with sleep.

"Soon," he counters, pressing another kiss to your jaw, his hand sliding up your side, warm and familiar. "Very soon."

You finally crack your eyes open, blinking against the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. Eddie is propped up on his elbow beside you, watching you with a lazy, lovestruck grin. His hair is a wild mess, curls tumbling in every direction, his skin still warm from sleep. The blanket is draped low over his hips, exposing the expanse of inked skin and bare chest, the faintest marks from your nails and teeth still visible from last night. "You're staring," you murmur, running your fingers over his forearm, tracing the faded outlines of his tattoos.

"Oh, absolutely" he mutters, his voice still thick with sleep, dipping his head to kiss your collarbone, "Woke up, saw my gorgeous girl all naked, tangled up in fancy sheets, and thought, 'Fuck, I'm the luckiest bastard alive'."

You giggle, your fingers slipping into his curls as he trails more kisses along your skin. "Mm, you do know how to flatter a girl first thing in the morning."

"I'm just speakin' facts, baby," he murmurs, lips grazing your throat, "Also, you were moanin' my name in your sleep, so I figured I'd wake you up properly."

You snort, smacking his shoulder lightly. "Was not."

"Were too."

"Prove it."

He grins, shifting closer, pressing his body against yours, the heat of his skin seeping into yours. "Lemme see if I can get you to do it again, sweetheart," he whispers, his lips ghosting over your ear.

A shiver runs down your spine, your body already reacting to the way he touches you, slow, lazy, teasing. His hand drags over your waist, his fingers tracing the dip of your hip, his breath warm against your skin. "Eddie," you sigh, tilting your head to let him kiss your neck properly, your fingers tightening in his hair.

"See?" he murmurs against your skin, "didn't even have to try."

You roll your eyes, but you're smiling as you pull him down into a slow, languid kiss, letting yourself sink into the warmth of him, into the slow burn of the morning. There's no rush, no urgency, just soft touches, lazy kisses, whispered affections.

The band won't be here until noon, you still have a few more hours of uninterrupted, blissful alone time, and Eddie is milking it for all it's worth.

He's lying beside you, propped up on one elbow, grinning down at you like the cocky bastard he is. His fingers are tracing random patterns over your bare stomach, occasionally dipping lower just to hear you huff in playful annoyance. He's been like this since you woke up, smug, flirty, and completely wrapped up in you. "You know," he drawls, voice thick with sleep but still laced with amusement, "for a solid five minutes this morning, I really thought last night was just some insane wet dream."

You blink at him, shifting slightly in the sheets, body still sore in the best way. "Oh?"

He hums, his fingers dancing along your hip, his smirk downright sinful. "Mmhmm. Woke up all warm, all satisfied, thought 'Damn, dream-me is really outdoing himself lately.'" He tilts his head, grinning. "But then I saw you, all naked, all soft, all tangled up in those fancy hotel sheets, an' I realized, 'Nope, that was all me, baby. Real-life me is just that fuckin' good.'"

You snort, shoving at his chest. "You are so full of yourself."

He laughs, easily catching your wrist and pressing a kiss to the inside of it. "And yet, you keep comin' back for more." He winks, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Kinda seems like you like me or somethin'."

You roll your eyes, stretching out with a satisfied hum. "Maybe."

"Maybe?" He scoffs, lips ghosting over your shoulder, voice teasing. "Baby, you were moanin' my name all night. Hell, I'm surprised the other guests ain't out here congratulating me."

Your jaw drops. "Oh my God, Eddie."

He just smirks. "What? I'm just sayin'".

"You're impossible," you huff, sitting up, but he just grins, unbothered.

"And yet, here you are, still naked in bed with me."

You smack his arm, making him laugh.

But then he groans, stretching dramatically before flopping onto his back. "Alright, sweetheart, as much as I'd love to keep basking in your naked glow, I gotta take a piss".

You sigh, watching as he finally rolls out of bed, standing tall and stretching again. His muscles flex, his tattoos shift, and his curls are a complete mess, he looks downright delicious, and you can't help yourself.

You let out a low, obnoxious whistle.

Eddie freezes mid-step. Then, slowly, he turns, raising a brow at you. "Did you just-"

You smirk. "Just appreciating the view, rockstar."

He grins, shaking his head as he walks toward the bathroom, "Glad to know my ass is so admired."

"It's a great ass," you confirm, watching it as he disappears through the doorway. Because he's Eddie and because he has zero shame, he leaves the door open, grabs his toothbrush, and starts brushing his teeth while taking a piss.

You groan, flopping back against the pillows, "Jesus Christ, Munson, seriously?"

His voice is muffled around the toothbrush. "Baby, you act like you don't love every single part of me, including my natural, primal instincts".

You snort, rubbing your eyes and finally dragging yourself out of bed as well. Your body protests, sore and sluggish, but you shuffle into the bathroom just as he's  rinsing his mouth. His eyes flick to you in the mirror, watching as you grab your own toothbrush, your hair an absolute disaster. You groan as he wiggles his brows.

"Still the sexiest thing I've ever seen," he murmurs, leaning down to kiss your shoulder before heading back into the bedroom. You shake your head, brushing your teeth as you watch him move, completely naked, completely unbothered, his toned back on full display as he heads back to the bed, flops down face-first, not even bothering with the sheets as he buries his face in a pillow.

You smirk, toothbrush still between your teeth as you sneak over to him, lean down and, without a warning, smack his ass.

Eddie jolts at the unexpected slap, his whole body tensing before he pushes up onto his elbows, head snapping around to glare at you. His mouth is open in playful outrage, his wild curls a mess, eyes dark and mischievous. "Ohhh, you little shit," he breathes, laughter bubbling under his words.

You giggle, toothbrush still wedged between your teeth as you take a cautious step back. His muscles flex as he starts moving, rolling onto his side, then onto his knees, ready to launch at you. "You think you can just smack my very fine, very perfect ass and get away with it?" he taunts, a slow grin spreading across his face.

You do not wait to find out what happens next.

With a high-pitched squeal, you bolt back toward the bathroom, Eddie scrambling after you, laughing as you just barely manage to slip inside and slam the door shut.

Click. Locked. Safe.

You press your back to the door, breathless, grinning as you hear Eddie groan dramatically on the other side. "You coward," he huffs, "C'mere and take your punishment like a big girl."

You snort, turning back to the sink as you rinse your mouth, hearing him pace lightly outside.

"Oh, you're laughin' now," he muses, voice muffled through the door. "That's cute. You do realize you have no clothes in there, right?"

You freeze, eyes flicking down at your completely bare body.

Shit.

He chuckles, as if he knows you just realized your predicament. "Mmm, yeah. Sooner or later, sweetheart, you gotta open that door."

You shake your head, grinning as you wash your face, taking your sweet time. "Maybe I'll just live in here now," you call out, reaching for the deodorant.

"Uh-huh." His tone is smug. "You say that now, but you're gonna get real hungry soon. And when you do? I'll be waitin'."

You roll your eyes, running your fingers through your hair, trying to tame it into something manageable.

"I swear," he continues, "the second that door opens..."

"You'll be nice to me?" you try, voice teasing.

Eddie snorts. "Baby. Sweetheart. Light of my fuckin' life - I'm absolutely gonna grab your ass the second you step out here."

You groan, laughing despite yourself, "You're a menace."

"You love it," he singsongs.

You sigh, taking one last look at yourself in the mirror before reluctantly placing your hand on the doorknob. "Mercy?" you try one last time, voice sweet.

Silence.

You crack the door open just an inch, peeking out.

And then, boom - Eddie's right there, grinning like a devil, and before you can react, he yanks the door open, grabbing you by the waist and hauling you out.

You squeak, trying to twist away, but he's already laughing, pulling you in close, his hands sliding over your bare skin. You tense, expecting the slap. But he just... grabs your ass. Both hands. Firm. You blink, exhaling in cautious relief, resting your hands on his chest. "Oh... okay, this isn't so ba--"

Smack.

Your entire body jolts. "Eddie!" you yelp, shoving at his chest as he roars with laughter, his grip tightening to keep you from running off again.

"That's right, baby," he grins, pressing a messy, playful kiss to your temple, "What did we learn, huh? Huh?"

You groan, slumping against him in defeat. "That you're the worst?"

"Wrong," he teases, kissing you again, his fingers squeezing your ass one more time for good measure, "You learned that I always get my payback."

You huff, but you can't help smiling, especially when he tilts your chin up and kisses you, slow, deep, full of nothing but warmth and affection. He pulls back just enough to murmur, "Now... you want breakfast?"

You exhale, still catching your breath, lips twitching. "Yes, actually."

Eddie smirks, reaching for the room service menu. "Good," he hums, tugging you right back to bed. "'Cause they're bringin' it up here. No more runnin'."His tall body flops back onto the bed, pulling you right along with him, both of you still completely naked, tangled in the sheets. He's grinning like an idiot, grabbing the hotel phone from the nightstand, resting it against his ear as he lazily drapes an arm around you.

"Yeah, hey," he says, voice still thick with sleep but laced with that signature smugness, "Room service? We're starving up here."

You roll onto your side, watching him as he rattles off the order. Pancakes, eggs, bacon, toast, coffee, juice, everything. His fingers trace idle patterns along your bare back, his touch warm, familiar, and entirely distracting. "And make sure it's extra bacon," he adds, squeezing your hip, "for my wife. She loves bacon."

Your eyes snap to him as he says it so casually, and he's already smirking, waiting for your reaction. You groan, rolling your eyes, and without hesitation, you smack his chest. "Eddie."

He laughs, biting his lip, his other hand coming up to rub over the spot you hit like you actually hurt him. "Ow, baby," he fake pouts, barely holding back his grin, "That's Mrs. Munson to you, by the way."

You groan again, shoving at his shoulder, but he just grabs your wrist and pulls you in tighter against him, his lips pressing to your temple as he goes back to the phone. "Yeah, that's everything," he hums, "Oh, and maybe, uh, throw in some extra syrup, too. My girl's got a sweet tooth."

You huff, hiding your face against his shoulder, but you can hear the grin in his voice. "Yep, just put it on the tab," he finishes, then hangs up without another word, tossing the phone back onto the nightstand before shifting to face you, his grin downright wolfish.

"You live for this, don't you?" you accuse, propping yourself up on one elbow.

Eddie stretches, completely unashamed of his nakedness, tucking his hands behind his head. "Absolutely," he says, voice dripping with satisfaction, "They called you Mrs. Munson once at check-in, and now? Now it's just canon."

You shake your head, but you can't fight the smile creeping onto your lips. "Canon?"

He shrugs, that cocky, lovestruck glint in his eye. "What? You think I wouldn't take full advantage of that?" His fingers trail over your arm, his touch featherlight. "Besides," he murmurs, voice turning softer, sweeter, "I mean... 's bound to happen sooner or later, right?"

Your heart stumbles in your chest. You swallow, staring at him, at the way he's just watching you, his gaze steady, warm, sure."Depends on the ring size", you tease, and he rolls his eyes, laughing and pulling you on top of him effortlessly, arms wrapping tight around your waist as your smirking lips fall down on his, kissing him. You press your naked chest to his, caging his head with your arms as you sink into him.

Big, ringed hands roam your bare skin, fingers greedy, like he can't get enough, like he hasn't already had you more times than either of you can count in the last twelve hours. His lips move hungrily against yours, deep and slow, making you melt into him, his body hot and solid beneath you as you straddle him. "Fuck, baby," he groans against your mouth, hands sliding down to squeeze your ass, grinding you down against him, letting you feel exactly what you do to him.

You gasp, your fingers tangling in his messy curls as you rock against him, already dizzy, already wanting.

"Didn't I fuck you unconscious last night?" he murmurs, smirking against your jaw as his lips trail down your throat.

"Almost," you tease, arching into him.

He growls, biting at your skin, hands gripping your waist tighter, pulling you down against him. "Almost?" he scoffs, rolling his hips up into you again, making you whimper, "Guess I'll just have to try harder, huh?"

You laugh, but it quickly turns into a moan when his lips close around your nipple, his tongue teasing, his hands gripping, pulling you impossibly closer. The heat between you is thick, electric, your bodies moving together, getting lost in each other again.

A knock at the door.

Eddie groans, burying his face in your chest, his grip on your hips tightening.

You chuckle breathlessly, trying to lift off of him, but he doesn't let you go, instead flipping you onto your back, pinning you beneath him, his hard length pressing against you, lips capturing yours in another deep, desperate kiss.

Another knock.

"Eddie," you murmur, laughing against his lips, trying to push at his chest.

"No," he groans, rutting against you, kissing you again, "No, baby, I'm almost inside you, we can't open up, not now."

You snort, but another knock sounds, louder this time, and you know they're not going away. "One second!" you call, struggling against Eddie's grip.

He lets out a frustrated growl, reluctantly rolling off you, dragging a pillow over his face like it physically pains him to let you go.

You scramble up, grabbing your bathrobe and yanking it on, quickly tying it around your waist before rushing to the door.

Your boyfriend just groans loudly behind you, pulling the sheet over his obvious erection, still looking pissed as hell.

You open the door just a crack, and the hotel staff member smiles politely. "Your husband ordered breakfast, Mrs. Munson."

Your entire body burns.

Eddie cackles from the bed.

Your face is on fire, but you manage a polite smile as you accept the tray. "Uh, thanks," you mumble, gripping the edge of the door tightly, suddenly very aware of Eddie's smug ass still lounging in bed behind you.

"Enjoy, Mrs. Munson," the staff member says, giving you a knowing little grin before heading off down the hall.

You shut the door with a groan, squeezing your eyes shut for a second before turning back around.

Eddie is grinning, propped up on one elbow, the sheet barely covering him, his chest still flushed, his curls an absolute disaster. He looks you up and down, tongue peeking out between his lips, thoroughly enjoying your embarrassment. "Mrs. Munson," he drawls, voice thick with amusement and something darker, something hotter.

"Shut up," you groan, setting the tray down on the table, but he's already moving, crawling up behind you before you can react.

His arms wrap around your waist, yanking you back against his warm, bare chest. "Ohhh, baby," he hums, kissing your shoulder, rocking his hips against your ass, "God, that sounds so fucking good, doesn't it? Mrs. Munson."

You squeak, trying to wriggle out of his grip, but he's laughing, lifting you up and throwing you back on the bed before you can fight him off. "Eddie!" you shriek, landing on your back, giggling as he pounces on top of you, pinning you down, kissing your neck as you squirm beneath him.

"You love it," he smirks against your skin, his lips trailing down, his body slotting perfectly against yours, pressing firmly into you. "Admit it".

You huff, still breathless, still giddy, but the way he's looking at you, dark eyes shining with something obsessive, something adoring, makes your stomach flip.

You do love it. You love him.

"Maybe," you murmur, smirking up at him, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a slow, dirty kiss.

He groans into it, pressing his hips against yours, still hard. 

"Breakfast," you whisper against his lips.

"Later," he mutters, dragging his mouth down your throat.

"You just ordered half the menu," you tease, gasping when his teeth graze your collarbone.

He just smirks against your skin, grinding against you, making you whimper. "Fine dining can wait, sweetheart," he murmurs.

You let out a breathless laugh, shaking your head, but Eddie just grins down at you, cocky as hell, his body pressed flush against yours, heat radiating off his skin.

"But you hate cold coffee," you remind him, breath hitching as his hands wander, sliding under your robe, over your sides, your ribs, down to your thighs.

"Mmm," he hums, lips trailing down your throat, "I don't need long, baby." He grinds against you, his erection pressing right against your lower belly, making you gasp. "Bet it'll still be warm when I'm done with you."

Your stomach flips, heat rushing through you so fast it makes your head spin. "Oh, my god"

"Shhh," he coos, mocking, nipping at your jaw as his fingers slip between your legs, finding you already soaked for him, "Oh, sweetheart, look at you. Already so fuckin' needy, huh?"

You bite your lip, a whimper catching in your throat, but he sees it. Feels it.

His smirk deepens, his fingers teasing you, his other hand pinning your hip down as he grinds against you again. "God, I love you like this," he murmurs, kissing you slow and deep, his voice rough, thick with desperation, "Love you all fucked-out and whimperin' for me."

You feel like you're melting, already pulling him closer, rolling your hips up to meet his.

Eddie groans into your mouth, his hand gripping your thigh as he grinds against you, letting you feel every inch of him, hard and aching for you. "Fuck, baby," he murmurs, voice thick with want as he unties your robe, "I'm so fucking hard for you". Your head tilts back against the pillows as his lips trail down your neck, sucking, nipping, his free hand slipping between your legs again as he moves his lips down to your boobs, your nipples. He's obsessed, can't stop touching you, can't stop watching the way you react to him. "Look at you," he groans, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze. His pupils are blown, his face flushed, his lips kiss-bruised and hungry. "So fucking beautiful." You whimper as his fingers press against you just right and he smirks, soaking it all in. "You like that, baby?" he teases, voice dropping to a low rasp, "tell me how bad you want it."

Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging hard as you roll your hips up, desperate for more. "What do you think, mh?", you mumble, reaching between you, wrapping your hand around his hard dick, hot and aching in your hand.

He groans, low and deep, his grip on you tightening as his body jerks at the contact."Dear God", he rasps, eyes fluttering shut for just a second before he looks at you again, pupils blown, lips parted, completely wrecked already, "That's what you wanna do, huh?"

"No", you smirk, squeezing him just enough to make him gasp before pushing him back, straddling him. "I wanna do that", you mumble, sliding your bathrobe down and throwing it away, taking your time as you roll your hips over him, dragging his cock against your slick heat as you let him shamelessly stare at your naked body.

His breath shudders, hands gripping your hips so tight you're sure you'll bruise as you move again, teasing him a little. "Jesus Christ", he rasps, dark eyes flying to your tits, your hands on his chest, his twitching erection right beneath you.

You smirk, leaning down, kissing along his jaw as you sink down onto him, slow, torturous, softly moaning right into his ear.

"Fuck, fuck, baby", he groans, his head falls back, his grip on you almost painful, his breath ragged as you take him in, inch by inch, stretching around him, owning the way he completely unravels beneath you.

The moment you take him in fully, burying him deep inside you, you roll your hips, slow, deliberate, making him feel every inch of you wrapped tight around him.

You love the way he looks beneath you, head thrown back, curls spilling across the pillow, chest heaving, lips parted as he gasps for breath. His hands are tight on your hips, gripping, kneading, barely holding himself together as you take all of him, until he's buried so deep inside you, it's like he's made for this.

"Fucking hell" Eddie's head snaps back up, eyes blown wide, mouth falling open in a perfect little gasp as he watches you move slowly, feels you clench around him. His hands are desperate, gripping your hips, your ass, everywhere, but he doesn't guide you.

He can't. He's already wrecked, already falling apart beneath you.

"That's it," you murmur, dragging your lips over his jaw, his neck, nipping at the skin just to hear him groan, "You can take it, baby."

His hands tremble where they grip you, and you know he's fighting it, trying to hold on, trying to keep from spilling right then and there.

But you don't care. You want him like this. Desperate, ruined, yours.

You straighten, planting your hands on his chest, rolling your hips again, riding him in slow, deep grinds that make his entire body shake. His nails dig into your skin, and his lips part like he wants to beg. His throat bobs, his breath wrecked, and his eyes stay on you, watching the way you move, the way you take him, the way you moan for him like he's the only thing you'll ever need. "You like that, baby? Like how I ride you, all nice and slow, mh?", you purr, grinding on him, grinning at how wrecked he blinks up at you.

"You know I fucking love it", he rasps, groaning again at how you move on him.

"Or do you want me to go faster". With that, you pick up the pace.

His body jerks, his abs clenching tight beneath you, his head falling back against the pillow as he loses it, panting, "Holy shit, b-baby, you're killing me".

"Good," you smirk breathlessly, "you do it to me all the time."

His hands slide up your sides, gripping your waist, watching as you move. "Look at you," he breathes, eyes flicking down to where your bodies are joined, his throat bobbing as he watches you ride him, his cock disappearing into your soaked heat with every roll of your hips. "Fuck, baby, look at you taking me, so fucking pretty, so fucking perfect." You shudder, nails dragging over his chest, picking up the pace, bouncing on him now, and he loses it. "Holy shit," he groans, his grip on you turning bruising, his hips finally jerking up to meet your movements, "You love this, don't you? Fuckin' me like this, taking what you want, so fuckin' greedy for it."

You moan, rolling your hips faster, harder, loving the way he's shuddering beneath you, his voice wrecked, breathless. You let your fingers trail up his throat, tilting his chin so he has to look at you, "Love how desperate you get when I ride you like this. Look at you, you're completely at my fucking mercy, baby"

His lips part, his chest rising and falling rapidly, and for a second, you think you've got him completely.

But then, he snaps.

His hands tighten, and in a flash, you're flipped, gasping as he slams you onto your back, pinning you down, taking control. "Enough," he growls, eyes dark, feral, his breath ragged as he cages you beneath him. "You wanna play that game, sweetheart? You wanna see who really owns this pretty little pussy?"You shiver, breath catching, thighs instinctively spreading wider as he grips your wrists, pressing them into the mattress above your head. "Let me show you how it's fucking done."His hands grip your thighs, spreading you wider as he slams back inside in one hard, deep thrust.

A sharp cry leaves your lips, your back arching as pleasure shocks through you, your body still sensitive from everything you've already done this morning. "That's it," he growls, his breath hot against your ear, "now, you take it, baby. You wanted to ride me? Now you get to feel what happens when I fucking ride you."

He moves fast, thrusting deep, relentless, knocking the breath right out of you.

Your fingers scramble for something to hold onto, his arms, his back, anything, but he just grins at your struggle, loving every second of it.

Hot lips are pressing kisses along your throat, biting at your skin, "You thought you were in charge, huh? Thought you could tease me, wear me down? Baby, you forget who you're dealing with."

You moan, loud, barely able to form a coherent thought. His hips snap forward, hitting deep, over and over, and you can feel him everywhere, "Fuck, Eddie".

"That's right," he groans, burying his face in your neck, "say my name, baby. Moan it, scream it, let the whole fucking hotel know who's making you feel this good."

You do, because there's no way you couldn't, the pleasure is overwhelming, intense, building fast, your body trembling, tightening.

Eddie's grip tightens on your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he slows his thrusts to an agonizing grind, rolling his hips deep, hitting that spot that makes you tremble. His breath is hot against your jaw, his cocky smirk pressed to your skin. "Oh, you're close, aren't you?" he murmurs, voice dripping with smug satisfaction. "Didn't last too long on top, huh? Thought you had me, baby."

You whimper, trying to move, trying to chase that high, but his hands hold you in place. "Fuck, Eddie," you pant, frustration and desperate need curling through your voice.

"Aww," he coos mockingly, nipping at your earlobe, his tone both taunting and full of heat, "What's the matter, sweetheart? Need me to finish what you started? Need me to fuck you like you deserve?"

"Y-yes, please," you gasp, voice trembling, thighs shaking from how deep he is, "Harder".

"That's my girl," he growls, and then he snaps his hips forward, driving into you with a force that knocks the breath from your lungs. He's relentless, fucking you deep, hard, fast, each thrust sending you spiraling, your body clenching around him.

"Fuck, oh my God, yes," you cry out, hands bracing against his chest, nails digging into his inked skin as pleasure surges through you. "Don't st-op, fucking don't stop", you whimper, crawling your nails into his skin, "You're g-gonna make me cum".

"Not a chance, baby," he groans, his voice wrecked, his hands sliding up to grab your tits, squeezing, rolling your nipples between his fingers as he pounds into you, "You're taking me so good, so fuckin' tight, baby. You were made for this dick, weren't you?"

You can't even respond, can only moan, gasping his name as your body tenses.

The building energy inside you snaps, waves of pleasure crashing through you so hard your whole body locks up, trembling, back arching as you moan so desperately, your whole body shaking around him.

"That's it, baby. Fuck, that's it, you're such a fucking good girl" Eddie groans, feeling you tighten around him. He doesn't stop, doesn't slow down, if anything, he fucks you through it, prolonging your orgasm, his pace growing erratic as he chases his own release.

You gasp, eyes falling open again, meeting his as he breathlessly watches you. You grin, gasping for air, eyes filled with satisfaction as you pull him down to kiss him hungrily.

He's starting to twitch inside you, goosebumps running down his arms as he groans so low you're feeling it through your whole body. "You gonna cum for me, baby?", you pant, rocking your hips in his fast rhythm, licking his lips as he inhales shakily, "Cum deep inside me?"

Eddie groans, his grip on your hips tightening, nails biting into your skin as he stutters inside you, so deep, so fucking close. "Baby, you're gonna make me-" His breath catches, his whole body shuddering as he thrusts harder, chasing it, losing himself in the way you feel, the way you tighten around him like you never want to let him go.

"Yeah?", you pant, smirking, your body still trembling from your own orgasm, but you keep rocking your hips, taking him deeper, drawing it out, "You gonna fill me up, baby? Make me all messy for you?"

His head falls to your shoulder, groaning so deep it vibrates through your skin. "Jesus fuckin' Christ", he grits out, his voice strangled with need, "You're tryna kill me, aren't you?"

You giggle breathlessly, dragging your nails down his back as you roll your hips again, slow, teasing, "Not my fault you can't handle me".

He growls at that, one hand suddenly fisting in your hair, yanking your head back just enough to meet his burning gaze. His pupils are blown wide, lips swollen and slick from your kisses, his curls clinging to his damp forehead. He looks wrecked. Ruined. Completely fucking gone for you. "Oh, baby", he breathes, his voice thick and wrecked, "you're gonna regret that".

And then he snaps his hips up, hard, deep, making you gasp, nails digging into his shoulders.

He grips your waist, fucking up into you, fast and rough, dragging another cry from your throat. "You think I can't handle you?" he pants, thrusting harder, deeper, making you moan, "You think I won't fuck you so good you can't walk outta this room?"

You can't even form words anymore, too lost in him, in the way he's absolutely wrecking you, stretching you, ruining you. Your breath stutters, body arching against him, nails clawing at his back.

"That's right", he groans, watching your face, watching how wrecked you are for him, "Look at you, baby. Fuckin' addicted to me, aren't you?"

You can only moan, nodding desperately, because it's true - you are.

You're completely his, and you never want this to stop.

"Mine", he growls, fucking you even deeper, hitting that perfect spot over and over, making you tremble, making you fall apart all over again, "Only mine".

And then he's gone, his body tensing, breath hitching, hips stuttering as he lets go, burying himself deep, groaning your name as he cums, filling you up just like you wanted.

The two of you stay tangled together, panting, shivering, bodies pressed close, soaked in sweat and pleasure.

Eddie's breath is still uneven as he nuzzles into your neck, pressing breathless kisses against your flushed skin. His lips are warm, soft, and his stubble scratches just enough to make you shiver. He hums against you, completely blissed out, his fingers drawing slow, aimless patterns over your side. "Fuck," he finally mutters, voice wrecked and breathless, "you're gonna kill me, baby. Gonna put me in an early grave."

You giggle, dragging your fingers through his wild curls, tugging lightly, "You started it".

"Yeah, I know" he grins, tilting his head up to kiss you, slow and deep, like he has all the time in the world. Like he never wants to stop.

You melt into it, sighing into his mouth, tasting him, feeling his warmth all over you. He groans when you pull back, chasing your lips, but you just smirk, brushing your nose against his. "Think I deserve breakfast in bed after that," you murmur, grinning against his lips.

Eddie snickers, kissing you again, teasingly nipping at your bottom lip before rolling onto his back with a groan, "Baby, after that? You deserve a fuckin' feast."

He stretches, groaning dramatically as his back cracks. Then, with absolutely no shame, he rolls out of bed, still completely naked and glistening with sweat, shaking out his curls before padding over to where the breakfast tray was left on the side table.

You watch him with a lazy, satisfied smirk, eyes shamelessly dragging over his broad shoulders, the fresh scratches down his back, the muscles shifting beneath his skin. Your gaze drops lower, checking out his ass one more time.

And you can't help yourself.You whistle. Loudly. Again.

Eddie snorts, looking at you over his shoulder, his cocky grin spreading. "Jesus Christ," he chuckles, shaking his head as he grabs the tray, "Insatiable, woman."

You just giggle, stretching out against the messy sheets, completely unbothered by your nakedness. Your skin is warm, still tingling from him, covered in the marks of last night and this morning, his mouth, his hands, his body claiming you in every possible way.

He flops back onto the bed beside you, setting the tray between you both. He's still grinning like an idiot, hair a wild mess, eyes soft with affection as he pours both of you a cup of coffee. "Would you look at that" he muses, lifting the mug with a smirk, "Still warm."

You snort, taking yours from his hand, and as you both take a sip at the same time, you let out a slow, satisfied hum.

"Fuck," Eddie mutters, licking his lips. "Heavenly."

"You sure that's the coffee and not me?" you tease, smirking over the rim of your mug.

He lets out a soft groan, rolling his eyes before setting his coffee down and dramatically flopping onto his back again. "Baby," he groans, rubbing his face, "you are the fuckin' sun, the moon, the goddamn stars. No coffee could ever compete."

You giggle, shoving him lightly, but he just grabs you, pulling you into his chest, kissing the top of your head before flipping open the lids of your food.

Eggs and bacon, fluffy pancakes stacked high, extra syrup, freshly whipped cream, fresh strawberries, orange juice.

"Goddamn," Eddie breathes, grinning. "They hooked us up."

Your stomach growls, making you both laugh as you grab a strawberry, popping it into your mouth. "Mmm," you hum, licking your lips, "Okay, maybe you were right. Breakfast in bed was a good call."

Eddie smirks, picking up a piece of bacon, waving it in front of your face before taking a bite. "I'm always right, sweetheart."

You roll your eyes, stealing a bite from his hand, making him gasp in mock betrayal before tackling you back into the sheets, both of you laughing, kissing between bites, completely lost in each other.

Later, Eddie leans back against the pillows, stretching his arms behind his head, looking completely satisfied and at ease as he watches you with a lazy smirk.

The food is mostly gone, but the small bowl of whipped cream and the half-full bottle of syrup still sit untouched on the tray between you.

You pluck another strawberry from the plate, bringing it to your lips, but instead of just taking a bite, you wrap them around the fruit slow, sliding it between them deliberately. Your tongue flicks out, just barely grazing the tip before you sink your teeth into it with a soft hum.

Your boyfriend's smirk falters for half a second before he huffs out a short laugh, shaking his head. "You're gonna start shit," he mutters, watching you like a predator watching prey.

You just smile innocently, licking the juice from your lips before reaching for the bottle of syrup, "I don't know what you mean".

He watches as you tilt the bottle, drizzling the thick, golden liquid onto your fingers. Then, with slow, deliberate movements, you lift your hand to your lips and suck the syrup from your fingertips, one by one, making a show of it.

Eddie's jaw clenches. His eyes darken."Baby," he warns, voice already rough, but he doesn't stop you. Doesn't move. Just watches.

"Babe, I'm just having breakfast in bed", you shrug, pushing him further. You reach for the bowl of whipped cream, dipping two fingers into the soft, fluffy peaks. Then, holding his gaze, you drag your fingers across your collarbone, leaving a sweet, white trail.

Eddie exhales sharply through his nose, sitting up a little straighter, but still, he doesn't move. Just watches you like he's seconds away from snapping.

You tilt your head slightly, as if thinking. "Hmm," you hum, dipping your fingers again, this time dragging the cream lower, between your breasts, "Oops."

That's all it takes.

Eddie moves fast, setting his coffee aside and tossing the tray onto the nightstand, not even caring when a few crumbs spill onto the sheets. In an instant, he grabs your hips, pushing you onto your back as he slides down the sheets, his mouth already chasing the mess you've made. His tongue licks a slow, hot stripe up your chest, collecting the whipped cream, groaning deep in his throat as he sucks a little harder at the sensitive skin between your breasts. "Jesus fuck," he mutters against your skin. "You wanna play games, my love?"

You giggle, arching into his mouth, running your fingers through his curls, "Maybe."

His tongue flicks against your nipple, and you gasp, legs twitching. He grins, lips brushing against the swell of your breast before trailing higher, chasing the cream on your collarbones. His hands grip your waist, squeezing, his thumbs rubbing slow, teasing circles over your skin. "Sweetest fuckin' thing I've ever tasted," he murmurs, voice thick with hunger. His teeth graze your skin, making you gasp, making you arch into him, and when he pulls back, his lips are sticky and sweet. He licks them slowly, smirking down at you. "Tastes fuckin' good," he murmurs. "But I think I wanna try some more." His hands slide down your body, his eyes locked onto yours, dark, intense, hungry. And then, without breaking eye contact, he reaches for the syrup bottle.

Your stomach tightens. Your breath hitches.

Eddie grins. "Let's make a fuckin' mess."

Before you can react, he tips it over, letting the thick, amber liquid drip down your chest, over your breasts, down the curve of your stomach.

You gasp at the cool contrast against your overheated skin.

"Oops", he murmurs, not sounding even a little sorry. Then his tongue is on you, licking slow, broad strokes up your stomach, following the syrup's sticky path, groaning against your skin like you're the best thing he's ever tasted. He licks around your ribs, biting at the softest parts, sucking marks into your skin.

You squirm beneath him, breathless, laughing when he dips a strawberry into the cream and drags it over your chest before taking a bite. You giggle watching him pouring more syrup on your stomach.

"Shit," he mutters, watching it drip, his fingers following the path, smearing it lower, lower. "Look at that, baby." He drags his fingers up again, glistening with syrup, and without breaking eye contact, he slips them into his mouth, sucking them clean.

Your breath hitches.

His smirk deepens. "Oh, you like that?" he murmurs, voice all rough velvet as he reaches for the whipped cream next, dipping two fingers into the bowl before pressing them to your skin, just above your navel. He swirls the white fluff against you, slow and teasing, then pulls back just enough to admire his work. "Goddamn," he exhales, shaking his head with a grin, "prettiest fuckin' dessert I've ever seen."

Before you can even think of a response, his lips are on you again, tongue hot and wet as he licks a slow, lazy path up your stomach, following the sticky trails he made. You gasp, your fingers threading into his hair, pulling slightly, and Eddie groans, the sound vibrating against your skin. "You taste so fuckin' good," he breathes, nosing at your ribs, lips dragging lower again, his breath warm, teasing. He shifts between your legs, his hands sliding up your thighs, gripping them, squeezing, fingers pressing into the flesh like he can't get enough of you. Then, he looks up at you, grinning, "Think I missed a spot, sweetheart."

You open your mouth to respond, but the words die in your throat the second his tongue flicks lower, licking up the last of the syrup and cream, slow, filthy, deliberate. Your back arches. Your breath stutters. "Eddie," you gasp, your fingers tightening in his curls.

He groans against your skin, looking up at you with those dark, hooded eyes, all smug and lazy and absolutely obsessed. "You're such a mess", you chuckle, running a hand through his wild curls.

"Oh, I'm the mess?" he huffs, grabbing a handful of whipped cream and smearing it along your inner thigh. His eyes flick up to yours, dark and amused, daring, "What about now?"

You suck in a sharp breath as he lowers his head, dragging his tongue through the cream, licking you clean in slow, teasing strokes. His lips trail higher, nipping at the sensitive skin of your hip, making you shiver. Your whole body is sticky, covered in syrup and cream and Eddie's spit, and you can't bring yourself to care. Not when he's looking up at you like that. "Mm," he hums, teasingly, licking his lips. "Gonna need another taste."

His hands slide up your thighs, fingers pressing into the sticky, marked skin as he spreads you open for him. His breath is warm, teasing, and you're already squirming beneath him, anticipation coiling tight in your stomach. He groans, dragging his thumbs over your inner thighs, smearing what's left of the whipped cream and syrup, "So messy, baby. Guess I gotta clean you up, huh?"

Before you can respond, his mouth is on you.

The first slow lick has you gasping, back arching off the bed as his tongue glides through the sweetness on your skin, tasting you, teasing you. He groans like he's savoring every drop, like he's completely lost in it. His hands tighten on your thighs, keeping you in place as he devours you, licking up every bit of syrup, every trace of cream, his tongue pressing deep, circling, flicking just right.

You gasp, fingers tangling in his curls, tugging as your thighs tremble around his head. "Oh, holy shit".

"Mm, so fucking sweet", he groans against you, the vibration making your whole body shudder, "Could stay right here all goddamn day". He sucks your clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue in time with the slow roll of his hips against the mattress.

Your head falls back, pleasure sparking through every nerve, your body already so sensitive from everything before. You whimper, tugging harder at his hair, but he just groans, loving it, pressing his face deeper into you, completely lost in it.

His hands slide under your ass, lifting you to his mouth, holding you there as he eats you with slow, filthy determination, dragging his tongue through you like he's desperate for more. You feel his smirk when you moan louder, when your legs start to shake, your stomach tightening, that coil winding tighter and tighter. "Oh my god, Eddie, please".

"Please what, baby?", he teases, voice thick and rough, his lips brushing against your soaked, sensitive skin, "Need me to finish what I started?"

You nod frantically, moaning, barely able to form words as he sucks and licks, fucking you with his tongue, coaxing you right to the edge. Then he hums against you, groaning like he's losing his mind from the taste of you, and that's all it takes.

Pleasure crashes through you, your whole body going tight, back arching, fingers digging into his scalp as you cry out his name. He doesn't stop, licking and sucking you through every aftershock, holding you there, making sure he gets every last drop. Finally, when your thighs are trembling, when your body is boneless and wrecked beneath him, he presses one last, lingering kiss against you before slowly pulling away. He grins up at you, mouth glistening, eyes dark and satisfied. "Yeah", he breathes, licking his lips, "definitely the best breakfast I've ever had".

You're laughing breathlessly, pulling him up your sticky body, his mouth right on yours, moaning softly when tasting yourself on his tongue. You smirk against his lips, bodies still flushed, sticky with sweetness and heat, as you roll him onto his back. He grins up at you, breathless, his hands settling on your hips, already anticipating whatever wicked thought is running through your mind. "Can't have you eating all the sweets alone", you murmur, voice playful, teasing as you dip your fingers into the whipped cream and smear it across his chest, his stomach.

Eddie groans, head falling back against the pillows, his hands immediately finding your waist. "Babe, you're gonna kill me", he mutters, but there's nothing but amusement and pure desire in his voice.

You giggle, shifting down his body, your bare skin sliding against his as you slowly lower your head, licking a long, slow stripe up the center of his chest. He tastes sweet, warm, and utterly Eddie, and the deep, rumbling groan he lets out vibrates under your tongue. His hands twitch on your waist, tightening, like he's already fighting the urge to flip you over and take control again. But you don't let him.

Instead, you grab the last strawberry from the tray, pressing it against his lips. "Bite", you whisper, and he does, his teeth sinking into the fruit as you watch the juice drip down his chin. You grin, leaning up to lick it off, your tongue flicking against the corner of his mouth before pulling him into a slow, messy kiss. He exhales sharply, his grip on you tightening, but before he can move, you're sliding back down, trailing soft kisses over his skin, licking and nibbling, savoring the taste of him mixed with the lingering sweetness.

"Fuck, baby", Eddie groans, breath hitching, his body tensing under your touch. His fingers thread into your hair, his other hand tracing slow, lazy circles over your hip, "You really tryna kill me before noon, huh?"

You hum against his stomach, grinning as you look up at him through your lashes. "Maybe", you tease, pressing another kiss just above his hip. "Think you can handle it, Munson?"

His chuckle is rough, strained, full of need. "Baby, I'll handle whatever you give me", he murmurs, voice thick with anticipation, his fingers tightening ever so slightly in your hair as you settle between his legs.

You take your time, savoring every inch of him, pressing more kisses down his stomach, licking his sweet skin, feeling the way his muscles twitch under your lips.

"Fuck," he breathes, voice wrecked.

You hum against his skin, trailing your tongue lower, watching the way his stomach tightens, the way his hands fist into the sheets. You're taking your time, dragging out every second, making him feel every touch, every breath, every teasing flick of your tongue.

Eddie groans, tipping his head back, his fingers twitching against your scalp.

Slowly, you lower your head, letting your lips brush over the tip of his dick, featherlight. He jerks beneath you, sucking in a sharp breath, his body reacting to the barest touch. You kiss him once, just enough to tease, then again, firmer, pressing your tongue to his heated, swollen skin, tasting his precum. His whole body tenses. "Holy fuck."

You drag your tongue along the underside of him, slow and deliberate, savoring the way he twitches, the way his breath hitches in his throat. Your hand follows, stroking him with the lightest touch, spreading the warmth of your mouth, your breath, your fingers, giving him just enough to drive him insane.

"Baby," he rasps, his voice nothing but gravel and need, "please-"

You glance up at him, lips slick, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Please what?" His head lifts just enough to meet your gaze, his pupils blown wide, his lips parted, his whole body taut with restraint. "Please," he groans, his voice rough, desperate, wrecked, "Don't fucking tease me."

You grin. "You sure?"

"Sweetheart," he huffs out a breathless, broken laugh, "I swear to god-"

You cut him off by taking him into your mouth, slow and deep, swallowing the rest of his words.

The noise that rips from his throat is sinful, raw, his hands flying to your hair, fingers threading through it like he needs something to hold onto, something to ground him. His hips twitch, but he forces himself to stay still, muscles tight with the effort. "Fuck," he groans, voice strangled, "Oh my god."

You work him slowly, savoring the weight of him on your tongue, the taste of him, the way his thighs tremble beneath your palms. You take him deeper up your throat, hollowing your cheeks, feeling the way his fingers tighten in your hair, his breath coming in short, shallow pants. You pull back, just enough to tease, licking the swollen tip, swirling your tongue, watching the way his jaw clenches, the way his stomach flexes as he fights not to thrust up into your mouth.

"Baby," he grits out, "fucking don't stop".

You hum in response, sending vibrations through him, and he chokes on a moan, his head tipping back against the pillows. You take him deep again, pressing your tongue flat, swallowing around him, and his whole body shudders.

"Jesus fuck-"

His hands tighten in your hair, and you let him guide you, let him rock his hips up just a little, just enough to chase the heat of your mouth, to let himself fall apart under you. His sounds are wrecked, breathless, his body tensing and shaking as you take him apart piece by piece. "Goddamn it, baby, I'm so fucking close"

You don't stop. You don't pull away. You give him everything, sucking him harder, letting your tongue flick and swirl, moaning softly as you bop your head, pushing him right over the edge.

His sounds, the way he holds your head, how desperate he is, it all fuels you.

Your saliva runs down his shaft, mixing with his precum, the remnants of cream and syrup on your hands as you move them up us length, supporting your hard working mouth.

He's dying. Straight on dying, panting loudly, head fallen back, whole body tensed as you finish him.

When he finally breaks, when his whole body goes tight and his breath catches in his throat, you hold him through it, savoring every last shudder, every last moan, until he's left completely undone beneath you.

And you swallow every drop.

You finally pull back, licking your lips, grinning as you look up at him.

He's wrecked, head tipped back, chest heaving, eyes dark and hazy as he looks down at you. "Jesus Christ," he mutters, his voice hoarse, "I love you so much".

You smirk, crawling up his body, pressing a slow, teasing kiss to his lips, letting him taste himself on your tongue. "Love you too", you whisper against his mouth, your sticky bodies pressing together, "And that mess we just made? Was so fun".

Eddie stretches out beside you, arms folded behind his head, a lazy, satisfied smirk tugging at his lips. His bare chest rises and falls with deep, contented breaths, still slightly flushed from everything you just did to him. His wild curls are a complete mess, sticking out in every direction, and his skin is sticky with the aftermath of your little breakfast experiment.

The sheets? An absolute disaster, whipped cream, syrup, and the evidence of your mutual indulgence smeared all over them.

He lifts his head slightly, surveying the damage with an amused chuckle. "Damn, really hope this hotel has a damn good laundry service. And housekeeping will so hate us".

You snort, "Oh, shut up. You loved it."

His grin only widens, his dimples deepening. "Oh, babe, I more than loved it." He rolls onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow, reaching out to swipe a dollop of sticky syrup from your collarbone with his thumb. He pops it into his mouth with a low hum of approval. "Mmm. Breakfast of champions."

You swat at him, laughing, but he catches your wrist, pulling you down onto his chest. His fingers trail lazily up and down your back, tracing idle patterns, while his other hand slides down to give your ass a playful squeeze. "You do realize," he murmurs, voice dripping with smug amusement, "we've spent way more time naked than clothed this weekend. Like, statistically speaking, I think we're at a solid ninety-five percent nudity rate."

You giggle, tucking your face into his neck, "And whose fault is that, exactly?"

Eddie tilts his head, pretending to think about it. "Mmm. Pretty sure it's yours, sweetheart. I mean, I woke up this morning all innocent and pure, ready to just eat my damn pancakes like a normal person..."

You lift your head, quirking a brow, "Innocent and pure? You?"

He grins. "Yeah? And then you decided I'd look better covered in whipped cream and syrup. And who am I to argue with such wisdom?"

You groan and roll away from him, shaking your head in amusement when seeing how he grins at you like a total idiot.

"So," he drawls, "this is it. This is my life now. This bed? This hotel? Room service and you being so horny for me you can't keep your hands to yourself? I live here now."

You snort, rolling your eyes, "Oh yeah? And how exactly do you plan on affording this little permanent vacation, rockstar?"

He waves a hand dismissively. "I'll make it work. The radio station's paying for all the shit I've put on the tab so far, right? And if they cut me off? Baby, I'm resourceful. I'll become a sugar baby, seduce some rich, lonely socialite-"

You smack his chest, making him laugh. "You? A sugar baby?"

"Hey, don't underestimate me," he grins, grabbing your wrist and pulling you onto him. His hands slide down your sides, fingers dancing over your hips, "You know I've got many talents".

"You are so full of yourself," you giggle, shaking your head.

Eddie just waggles his eyebrows, "And you are full of me too, sweetheart. Repeatedly. Like, statistically speaking, we have had so much sex in the past twenty-four hours, I think we've achieved some kind of world record. Someone should call Guinness."

You groan, laughing into his chest, "You are so gross."

"And yet you love it," he teases, pressing a messy kiss to your temple, "You love me. My filthy mouth. My very talented hands. My enormous dick..."

"Alright, enough," you cut him off, slapping a hand over his mouth.

He licks your palm in retaliation, making you shriek and yank your hand back.He cackles, full-on demonic in his glee. "See? This is why I can't leave today, baby. Out there? It's all stress. The gig, the soundcheck, setting up, dealing with actual responsibilities. But here?" He gestures dramatically at the room, "Here, I am a king. Here, I am bathed in whipped cream and worshipped like a god."

"You are so dramatic," you say, but you're grinning, your heart warm and full because, god, you love him.

"Speaking of bathed, still haven't been bathed in actual water," he points out, glancing at the sticky mess you both are. "My love, we are disgusting. Like, I love being covered in you, but there is a limit, and I think we crossed it somewhere between the second round and the maple syrup incident."

You scrunch your nose. "Yeah, okay. That's fair."

Eddie sits up, throwing an arm around you and pulling you close. "C'mon, babe. Let's get cleaned up before I actually become part of this bed."

He drags you, still laughing, into the bathroom, the steam from the hot water immediately curling in the air as he turns on the tub.

You reach for some hotel bath salt, some lavender scented fancy shit, pour way too much into the stream and grin excitedly at how many bubbles start to form.

Eddie climbs in first, sinking into the warm water with a groan. "Ohhh, yeah. That's the stuff." He holds out his arms, wiggling his fingers, "C'mere, my love. You belong in my arms."

You roll your eyes but step in, letting him pull you into his lap, your back to his chest. You relax against him, sighing as the warmth seeps into your muscles.

Eddie hums contentedly, arms wrapping around you, fingers lazily trailing over your damp skin. His breath is warm against your temple as he murmurs, "We are so fucking spoiled right now."

You grin, "Well, you are kind of a rockstar now."

Eddie snorts. "Barely. I mean, sure, we won last weekend, and hopefully people actually show up tonight, but I am still a broke little gremlin who relies on the kindness of radio stations and my hot girlfriend to feed me."

"Hot girlfriend, huh?" You smirk, tilting your head back against his shoulder.

He nuzzles into you. "The hottest. And the filthiest. And the meanest, always making fun of me."

"Because you make it so easy," you tease, running your fingers through his wet curls.

Eddie groans dramatically. "See? Mean! And yet... I am obsessed with you. Fucking obsessed with you, Sam".

You giggle as he tightens his arms around you, squeezing you against him like he's trying to fuse your bodies together.

"Nope. Not letting go. Ever.", he mumbles, placing another kiss on your shoulder.

You sigh, but there's no real protest as you sink deeper into the warmth of his embrace.

The room is quiet, just the soft slosh of water, the distant hum of the hotel's heating system.

After a long moment, Eddie murmurs, "This is nice. The actual relaxing part of this weekend."

You hum in agreement, tracing small patterns on his arm, "You're not nervous about the gig?"

He's quiet for a beat. "I mean... kinda? But mostly just hyped. I hope people show up. I hope we sound good. But even if it all goes to shit, at least I got this. Got you."

Your chest tightens, warmth flooding through you. You squeeze his hand under the water, "Always got me, Eds."

He presses a slow, lingering kiss to your shoulder, murmuring softly, "Don't wanna leave."

You turn your head slightly, "I know."

He sighs, nuzzling against you. "I mean, I have to. The band's gonna be here soon. Gotta set up, do soundcheck, be a wannabe-professional musician or whatever. But... god, I wish we could just stay here forever."

You smile, lacing your fingers through his, "Me too, babe".

There's a comfortable silence.

Then, Eddie exhales dramatically, "Ugh. Responsibility is such a buzzkill."

You giggle, leaning back against him, "Tell me about it". Your nails caress his arm again, you feel him sighing deeply behind you. "But jokes aside, baby", you start, your voice soft, "Tonight's gonna be great. The venue's gonna be packed, you guys will be as amazing as always, you'll burn down this place. And I'll watch you. Proudly. From the first row. It's gonna be your best gig ever, I can feel it. You're gonna rock this stage, Eds. And people are gonna love it. Love the band. Love your music. Love you". You turn your head to glance at him over your shoulder, meeting his warm eyes as you add, "Not as much as I love you, of course".

He chuckles softly, arms tightening around you.

You lock your eyes with his as you continue, "It's a big fucking night for you guys, but you'll kill it, you hear me?"

He smirks, nods, "I hear you, baby".

"Good", you grin, turning back again and leaning back into his chest, letting the warm water embrace you even more. "I'm so proud of you", you mumble.

"Okay, enough, I'm fucking blushing", he chuckles, peppering your neck with kisses, making you giggle and move, water splashing in the tiles.

Then, his voice, cheeky from behind you, "Think I'm gonna stage dive again".

"Oh, come on, Eds, really?"