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Eddie stirs first.

His body shifts against the sheets, the weight of sleep still pulling at his limbs, but something, someone, keeps him anchored.

You. Curled into his side, your face buried in the warmth of his skin, your breath slow and steady against his ribs. One of your arms is draped over his stomach, fingers barely curled, and your leg is hooked over his, tangling you both in a mess of warm limbs and soft sheets.  

Eddie blinks, his head sinking back into the pillow, trying to shake off the haze of sleep. He’s exhausted, still heavy from everything, from the fight, from the emotions that wrung him out and left him raw.

But here you are, pressed against him, your body tucked so tightly into his that it makes his chest ache.

He shifts just slightly, careful not to wake you, blinking over at his alarm clock.

It's almost noon.

The two of you didn't go to school after this emotionally and physically absolutely draining morning. Both of you fell asleep, after fighting and making up again.

He can still feel your touch on his skin, still feel your lips on his when they finally met again.

His gaze falls to your face.

And god, you’re beautiful.

Soft in sleep, your features relaxed in a way he hasn’t seen in days. No tension between your brows, no worry lingering in your expression. Just warmth. Just you. Your lips are parted slightly, your breath slow, deep. A strand of hair falls across your cheek, and he reaches up without thinking, brushing it back behind your ear, letting his fingers linger for just a second.

You make the smallest sound in response, something close to a sigh, barely more than a breath, and Eddie feels his stomach clench.

You’re finally resting. Finally safe.

And he almost ruined it.

His throat tightens, his gaze flicking away for a moment, to the dresser. To the things he kept hidden. The things that made your eyes go wide, made your breath catch, made you look at him like he was something unfamiliar. Like you weren’t sure who he was anymore. Eddie swallows hard, looking back at you.

He never wanted you to feel like that. Never wanted you to be scared of him, or for him.

But you were. For good reason.

Because this morning, when you told him everything about Billy, when he basically forced it out of you, he lost himself. He saw red. He was seconds away from doing something he wouldn’t be able to take back. 

And not because he wanted revenge. 

Because he wanted to protect you. 

Because he loves you. 

So fucking much.

His eyes trace over you again.

The soft curve of your nose. The faint freckles dusted over your skin. The tiny scar above the bridge of your nose that he knows you hate, even though he thinks it’s perfect. The little freckle on the line of your lip that he’s kissed a thousand times.

His fingers twitch, aching to touch you again, but he stops himself. Instead, he exhales, slow, controlled. Presses a soft kiss to your hair. Pulls you closer, just slightly, just enough that your body shifts in response, molding even deeper into him.

Your stir softly. A small movement, your fingers twitching against his stomach, your breath catching just slightly before you settle again. And then, barely above a whisper, his name slips from your lips. Like second nature. Like it belongs there.

Eddie squeezes his eyes shut for just a second, his jaw clenching. He doesn’t deserve this. But fuck, he’s not sure he can live without it.

He keeps on watching you breathe, the slow rise and fall of your chest against his, the warmth of your bare skin pressing into him like you can’t stand even an inch of space between you.

And maybe you can’t, maybe neither of you can. Not after everything.

His fingers trail absently along your spine, tracing the dip between your shoulder blades, the curve of your waist. You sigh again, so safe and sound it makes something ache inside him, something raw and deep and terrifying.

He never wanted you to look at him like you did this morning, like he was someone you didn’t recognize. And maybe he didn’t recognize himself, either. Because for one blinding second, he really had been ready to hunt Billy down, to do something irreversible, something that would stain him forever. 

Eddie swallows hard, his eyes flicking toward the dresser again, to the secrets hidden beneath the wood.

He wonders if that was the moment he lost you, when you saw his gun. If there was even the smallest part of you that thought about walking away.

But you didn’t. You stayed. And now, here you are, wrapped around him like you belong to him, like this is the only place you ever want to be.

He exhales, his lips finding your temple, brushing there softly.

You stir again, shifting, your body pressing closer. The sheets slip further down your back, exposing more of you to him, to the dim November light filtering through the window.

He can’t stop himself. His fingers skate up, gently tracing over the delicate lines of your shoulder, down your arm, across the curve of your waist. He doesn’t want to wake you, not yet. You need rest. After everything, you deserve it. But his body aches for you, this deep, bone-deep need to just feel you, to remind himself that you’re here, that you’re safe. So, his lips find your cheek, your jaw, the soft space just below your ear.

You sigh again, this time a little breathier, your fingers twitching against his ribs as if your body is recognizing him before your mind fully wakes up. Your eyelashes flutter. Your lips part, a sleepy murmur of his name slipping out, and Eddie feels his stomach clench at the way you say it, so soft, so warm, so his.  You're sleepily shifting against him, stretching just slightly, pressing your bare chest to his as you finally blink up at him. Your eyes are still hazy, still full of sleep, but there’s something else there, too. Something that makes Eddie’s breath hitch. Your fingers slide up his chest, curling into the wild mess of his hair. You blink again, slower this time, like you’re still waking up, still processing the way he’s looking at you, the way his hands are resting on your hips, warm and steady. You smile. Soft. Sleepy. Real.

Eddie swears he feels his heart stutter in his chest.

"You’re staring," you murmur, your voice still rough from sleep.

A slow grin tugs at the corner of his mouth, his fingers squeezing at your waist, "Yeah? Can you blame me?"

You huff out a sleepy laugh, shifting up just enough to nuzzle into his neck, pressing a lazy kiss there, right over his pulse. "What time is it?" 

"Almost noon" he mutters, his hand sliding up your naked back, fingers threading into your hair, tilting your face up to his. His dark eyes search yours, lingering on your lips, and something about the way he’s looking at you makes your stomach flip, makes warmth spread between your legs.

"Oh, no", you murmur, mock-devastated, "Guess we missed most part of school. That's a shame."

Eddie snorts, absolutely not sorry at all. "Yeah, totally. I mean... what are we supposed to do now, with all that unexpected free time?"

You chuckle, let your eyes wander over his features, from his dark eyes down to his velvety lips, while your hand gently wanders over his chest, your fingers finding his guitar pick necklace to play with it. "I don't know..." you mumble, eyes going  back to his lips for a brief second, bare body pressing closer to his, shifting again. His breath stutters as your thigh slowly drapes over his hip, purposely brushing his cock that's resting against his thigh. "I mean... I do have an idea, or two", you add, your voice softer now, more sultry as you give him a telling glance.

His warm hand finds your leg under the sheets, he slowly runs it up your calve, your thigh, following the length around your body and to your ass. "Oh?"

You hum, nodding slowly, hooking your fingers into his necklace to pull his face closer. "Mhm, yeah.", you whisper, leaning in, pressing your lips to his in a slow, lingering kiss, one that tells him exactly what you want.

Your lips brush against his, slow and teasing, letting the moment stretch between you. You can feel the way his breath catches, the way his hands twitch against your hips as if he’s holding himself back. You smirk against his lips, deepening the kiss, tilting your head, your fingers tangling in his messy curls before slowly sliding down his naked chest.

Eddie groans softly when you shift again, moving your thigh just enough to feel his cock hardening beneath you, your hand caressing his stubbly chest. You hum in satisfaction, rolling further against him, just to hear that sound one more time.

He exhales sharply, gripping your thigh, squeezing. "Jesus, babe", he mutters, looking up at you with those wide, dark eyes, half-lidded and full of something hungry, something desperate.

You grin, tilting your head, "That easy, huh?"

His breath stutters, his fingers digging into your skin. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"

You laugh, slow and sultry, sliding your hands down his chest, tracing the planes of muscle, feeling the way his breath shudders beneath your touch, "I’ve got a pretty good idea". You smirk at him and move, rolling him onto his back, straddling him fully, your thighs framing his hips.

The sheets slip from your body, pooling around you, leaving you bare in the light filtering through the window.

Eddie’s eyes rake over you, lips parting, his chest rising and falling too fast. "Holy fuck", he breathes, hands reaching for you without thought, palms spreading over your waist, your stomach, your ribs. His eyes are glued to your tits, jiggling softly with every movement.

You smirk down at him, shifting slightly, watching the way his jaw clenches, the way his fingers tighten on your skin. "You like the view, Munson?"

His eyes flick up to yours, dark and shining, "Babe, I am completely fucking obsessed with this view, and you fucking know that".

Your grin widens as you're rolling your hips again, just enough to tease, to make him groan as your already wet pussy rubs over his skin, his hands flying to your hips, gripping, trying to hold you still. But you don’t let him. You move again, slow, torturous, not going anywhere near his dick yet, dragging yourself over his pelvis, your fingernails scratching up his chest.

"You're the worst", he groans, head pressing back into the pillow, eyes squeezed shut for a moment, his grip on you tightening.

You lean down, pressing a kiss to his jaw, then his throat, letting your lips linger. "I know you like it", you whisper against his skin, feeling him shudder softly while cursing under his breath. "Look at how hard you already got for me."

"Fuck off."

You giggle, rolling your hips again, feeling the way he tenses beneath you, the way his fingers twitch, how his whole body reacts to every little movement you make, how he grows harder with every passing second. You kiss him again, deep and slow, biting at his lower lip, tugging just enough to make him groan into your mouth.

"Fucking hell", he mutters, eyes hazy, lips parted.

You hum against his skin, pressing an open-mouthed kiss just below his ear, feeling the way he shudders beneath you, the way his hands twitch against your waist. You bite down just slightly.

Eddie groans, tilting his head back, giving you more access, his hands sliding up your back, tracing your spine. He exhales sharply, and you feel the way his muscles tense beneath you, the way his breath stutters as you rock against him, slow, teasing. His hands move, one sliding up to cup the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair, tilting your head back just enough to make you look at him. His dark eyes burn into yours, heavy-lidded, filled with something desperate, something wrecked. "You’re gonna kill me", he murmurs, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone, his grip firm but gentle, holding you in place.

You smirk, leaning in until your lips just barely touch his, "Not today".

Eddie growls softly, and before you can say anything else, he’s pulling you down, crashing his lips to yours, his hands gripping your hips, holding you against him, as he kisses you, deep and slow, drinking in every gasp, every soft moan. He groans against your lips, his grip on your hips tightening as you shift just slightly, enough to tease, enough to make him shudder beneath you.

You smirk against his mouth, pulling back just enough to look at him, to watch the frustration and desire flicker in his dark eyes. "What’s wrong, baby?" you tease, running your fingers through his curls, tilting your head, "You seem a little impatient."

He exhales sharply, eyes narrowing, his hands smoothing up your sides before gripping your waist again, firm and possessive. "You’re an evil woman".

You hum, leaning down, letting your lips ghost over his, before trailing lower, kissing along his jaw, down his throat. "You're fucking into it", you whisper against his skin.

His chuckle is breathless, strained. "Well, fuck, I think I am", he grits out, his head falling back against the pillows for a second before his eyes snap back to you. His grip on your waist tightens, but he doesn’t force you down.

You can tell it’s killing him, the restraint, the way his fingers twitch against your skin. "You love this, don’t you?" you purr, tilting your head as you grind against him again, your slickness making him shudder beneath you, "You love watching me make you wait, baby."

Eddie’s jaw clenches, his hands sliding up to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples, making you gasp. "Yeah? And you love making me lose my fucking mind, don’t you?" He grins up at you, all cocky and breathless, his hair wild against the pillows, "Go on, baby. Keep playing. See what happens."

You hum, dragging your nails down his chest, watching the way his stomach tightens beneath your touch, "Maybe I just like hearing you beg."

Eddie groans, eyes squeezing shut for a second before he looks back up at you, completely wrecked but grinning, "That’s real cute, sweetheart. But you and I both know who’s gonna be the one begging in a minute."

You laugh, low and sultry, leaning down to nip at his bottom lip before soothing it with your tongue, "We’ll see about that."

Before he can get another word out, you reach between your bodies, wrapping your fingers around his dick, stroking him slow, teasing, loving the way his breath stutters, his body going tense beneath you. He's so hard you feel his veins standing out, the tip already damp from precum, his balls full and ready as your palm slowly drags over them.

You grin down at him, slowly licking your lips, hips circling teasingly.

His head falls back again, a deep groan rumbling from his chest. "Jesus Christ," he rasps, his fingers digging into your hips now, trying so hard not to buck up into your hand "Baby, please."

You smirk winningly. "Look who's begging already", you whisper, lining him up, running the tip through your slick, teasing him one last time before you finally sink down, slow and deep, taking every inch of him. Your mouth parts around a breathy moan, your nails claw into his chest as you take your seat.

Eddie's fingers tighten against your skin as he watches you, completely hypnotized. Your head tilts back slightly, lips parting in a soft gasp, another moan slipping free as you adjust to the stretch, the perfect, full sensation of him inside you.  "Look at you," he breathes, voice thick with admiration, with pure, unfiltered want. His hands slide up your thighs, over your waist, up to your breasts again, thumbs brushing against sensitive skin as he watches every little reaction, "Goddamn, baby. You’re so fucking pretty on top of me."

You roll your hips, slow, grinding against him, feeling him deep, savoring the way his breath hitches, the way he groans like he’s about to lose his mind. "You like watching me, don’t you?" you murmur, meeting his gaze, knowing exactly what this does to him.

Eddie swallows hard, nodding, hands roaming over your body, completely obsessed. "Fucking love it," he admits, voice rough, almost desperate. "Could watch you do this all fucking day."

You move slowly at first, rolling your hips in a way you know drives him insane, letting him feel every inch, every shift, every delicious moment of it. His hands are everywhere, your hips, your waist, smoothing up your sides, over your stomach, cupping your breasts, tracing every curve like he can’t get enough of touching you.

You bite your lip, moaning softly as you move, as you let the pleasure build, watching the way he groans, gasps and grins up at you, enjoying the show you're giving him. He's utterly gone for you, the way you ride him, so slow and deep it's driving him insane. Your boobs bounce with every slow circle you draw, your nails dig into his chest, your hair falls over your shoulders, wild and messy from his hands.

You look like fucking sin.

You lean forward then, bracing yourself against his chest, your breath mingling with his as you kiss him again, slow and deep. "I love riding you", you murmur, moaning softly at how his cock twitches inside you, feeling his hands sliding up your back, holding you closer, his lips trailing down your jaw, your throat, worshipping every inch. "Love how hard you get for me-- oh-- my god-"

You gasp when he rolls his hips up into you.

Eddie growls, his hands squeezing your ass now, kneading the flesh, groaning as you keep grinding against him, slow and deep, every movement sending sparks through both of you. "Baby, please," he finally breathes, voice raw, "Come on, ride me."

You bite bis bottom lip, dragging your nails down his chest again before bracing yourself, lifting up just slightly before sinking back down, your rhythm picking up, faster now, bouncing on him, watching the way he falls apart beneath you.

"God, fuck, that’s it," he groans, one hand gripping your hip, the other sliding up to cup your breast, his thumb flicking over your nipple as you move. "Fucking hell, baby, you’re so-" He cuts himself off with a moan, head tilting back, eyes fluttering shut for a second before locking back onto you, "So fucking good-- god fuck, yes, bounce on my dick-"

You grin, chest flushed, his praise fuel to your hips. You tilt your hips, riding him faster, gasping and panting. "Yeah? You like it when I fuck you like that, Munson?"

Eddie's eyes darken. His hands palm your tits again, thumbs rolling over your hard nipples. "Fuck, yeah-", he groans, meeting you thrust for thrust. "You're so good-- fuck, I can't believe you're fucking mine--"

You shiver, gasping, nodding, riding him faster. "I'm yours," you moan, nails digging into his shoulders as you move, as he grips you tighter, both of you spiraling higher and higher.

Eddie growls low in his throat, eyes flickering between your face, your bare chest, and the way your bodies press together so perfectly. His hands travel up, palms warm as they squeeze your tits, thumbs brushing over sensitive skin, making you gasp. He grins at the sound, eyes gleaming as he presses a hand to your back, pushing your tits right down into his face.

You laugh, then shudder as his tongue flicks over your skin, his teeth grazing ever so lightly before his lips close around your nipple, sucking just enough to lure a soft "Oh, my god" from you. He moans against your skin, his fingers digging into your waist as you keep fucking him, slowing your rhythm again just to tease, gasping at how he bites your nipple in return.

He's not having that.

In one swift motion, he suddenly grips your waist and flips you onto your back, pressing you into the mattress beneath his weight. You giggle, glancing up at him. His hair falls in messy waves around his face, his breath ragged as he hovers over you, his dark eyes burning with something wild, something desperate. "You think you can just play with me like that, sweetheart?" His voice is low, rough, laced with the strain of holding back. His fingers skim up your ribs, thumbs brushing over your tits before gripping your wrists and pinning them above your head.

"Absolutely, I do", you grin, gasping at how his mouth crashes against yours, stealing your breath, stealing every teasing thought from your mind as he presses his body against yours, his heat, his strength overwhelming you in the best way.

"You drive me insane, you know that?" he rasps against your lips before kissing a slow, heated trail down your throat. His teeth graze your skin, his tongue soothing the spot immediately after, making you arch beneath him.

"Good", you pant, feeling how your body hums with anticipation as his hands roam lower, gripping your thighs and pushing them apart, his touch firm, possessive.

"No more teasing," he mutters, voice thick with need.

And then he’s moving, deeper, harder, dragging a gasp from your lips as he fills you, stretching you in the way only he can.

"Fuck, Eddie--oh my god", you moan loudly, your fingers tangle in his hair, nails raking lightly over his scalp as he sets a pace that steals your breath, that has you gasping and groaning beneath him.

His lips find yours again, swallowing every sound, his hands gripping your hips, guiding you to meet every thrust, making sure you feel every inch of him. "You’re mine," he growls against your mouth, his voice raw with devotion, with possession, with love, "Every inch of you, mine."

"Yes", you gasp, arching into him, letting him give you all he has, "I'm fucking yours, God fuck me--"

He moves like he’s completely lost in you, like nothing else exists but the way your body wraps around him, the way you gasp his name, the way you cling to him with every deep, perfect thrust. His grip on your hips is firm, almost desperate, as he pushes into you over and over, stretching you, filling you, making you feel every inch of him. His breath is hot against your skin, his lips tracing along your jaw before finding your mouth again, kissing you deep and frantic even as his pace quickens. His body presses you into the mattress, his chest flush against yours, his muscles tense beneath your fingers as you run your hands down his back, pulling him closer. "You feel so good," he groans, his voice thick with pleasure, rough with need, "Every damn time-- you feel- like fucking heaven-"

His grip tightens, his fingers digging into your hips as he thrusts harder, deeper, forcing a ragged gasp from your lips. His breath is hot against your throat, his voice low, gravelly, dripping with possession."You take me so damn well", he groans, his teeth grazing your jaw before his tongue soothes the spot, making you shiver, "Look at you, so needy for my dick".

You whimper at his words, arching beneath him, your nails dragging down his back. He growls, his hips snapping against yours in response, sending another shockwave of pleasure through you. "Eddie-- God, oh, fuck Eddie--!"

His name falls from your lips in a breathless moan, and it only spurs him on. His pace is relentless now, each thrust hitting just right, leaving you gasping, your body trembling with need. 'That’s it, baby," he rasps, one hand sliding up to your throat, not squeezing, just resting there, claiming. His other grips your thigh, pushing it higher, opening you up even more for him, "Say it again. Let me hear you, let everyone hear--"

You don’t hesitate, swallowing hard behind his hand, your eyes rolling back from how close you already are. "Eddie, f- fuck yes-- fuck yes!" you gasp, rolling your hips to meet his, desperate for more, for everything.

His smirk is wicked, his eyes dark with something wild as he fucks you so good you're seeing stars. "Yeah? You love how I ruin you like this? Love how I make you mine?"

"Yes!" you moan, tilting your head back as his lips trail down your neck, his teeth scraping, nipping, leaving marks he knows you’ll feel tomorrow.

"You’re gonna feel me for days when I'm done with you", he grins against your skin, his voice thick with promise, "Every step you take, every time you touch yourself, you’ll remember this".

You whimper as his hand slides down, his fingers finding that sweet spot right above where his dick hammers inside you, rubbing in perfect, wet rhythm with his thrusts.

It’s overwhelming. The heat, the pressure, the way he moves, like he’s determined to break you apart just to put you back together.

His mouth falls to your jiggling tits, sucking your nipples, biting the curve, his fingers digging into your ass as he holds you beneath him, thrusting hard and fast and fucking perfect.

It only takes him seconds to get you there.

You're gasping harder, nails scratching his shoulder as you tense beneath him. "Oh, God, E-Eddie YES! Right there-- fuck, I- I'm c--I'mgonnacum-"

"Cum for me, baby", he demands, his voice raw, desperate, "Let me feel you cumming on my dick, fuck, that's it--"

Your back arches, your moans turn high pitched, and finally, you shatter, gasping his name, your entire body trembling beneath him as the pleasure crashes over you. Your pussy clamps around him, pulling him deeper, keeping him right where he is, soaked and swollen around him while your orgasm rushes over you.

Eddie groans, watches, keeps fucking into you, keeps fucking you through your climax, eyes on your flushed face.

"Ho-ly fuck", you gasp, laughing breathlessly blinking up at him, meeting his smug smirk. "Oh, my God-"

"Oh, sweetheart", he chuckles darkly, catching your lips in a hard kiss, groaning at the soft sounds you're already letting out again. "You didn’t think I was done with you, did you?" he rasps, his lips ghosting over yours before he bites your bottom just enough to make you gasp. "I told you, I’m gonna make sure you feel me". And with that, he stills, pulls out and flips you onto your stomach in one swift motion, dragging your hips up, pressing you down into the mattress.

You gasp his name, then laugh into his pillow while he manhandles you exactly how he wants you. But your laugh dies the second you feel the head of his cock again. He pushes back in and immediately starts to thrust again, deeper and harder, causing your eyes to roll back into your head and your whole body to bow for him.

You cry out. Passionately. Loudly.

Your back arches, hips rolling against him, your hands desperately grabbing the sheets as he fucks you from behind, setting a relentless pace, each thrust sending shockwaves through you.

"Fuck yes", he growls, his hand sliding up your spine and fisting in your hair, the other one following the curve of your jiggling ass as he watches your body jolt with every thrust. "So pretty when you're falling apart for me. That's it, such a good girl-"

Your body arches even more, pressing back against him, desperate for more. The way he moves, strong, possessive, completely lost in you, makes your head spin. Your nails claw into the mattress, the only anchor you can find in the overwhelming pleasure he's dragging you through. "Eddie," you gasp, barely able to form words. "Please-- oh my god--!"

He groans, pressing a heated kiss to your shoulder, his teeth grazing your skin just enough to make you shudder. "Please, what?" His tone is teasing, but there’s an edge to it, a dark need that makes your stomach tighten, "Say it. Tell me what you need baby, use that pretty mouth-"

You glance over your shoulder at him, eyes dark with hunger, lips parted as you breathe, "More-- fuck me--, come on."

His smirk is wild, almost dangerous, his fingers trailing down your back before gripping your waist again. "Yeah? You can take it, can't you?" His palm lands against your ass in a sharp, thrilling slap, and the gasp that escapes your lips only fuels him.

"God, yes," you moan, pushing back against him, your body entirely his to command.

Eddie’s breath stutters, his control hanging by a thread as he watches you offer yourself so willingly, so perfectly. "You drive me insane," he mutters, before leaning down, his lips tracing the shell of your ear, "And I love every damn second of it."

Then he’s moving again, rougher, deeper, his hands gripping your hips to keep you exactly where he wants you. Every drag of his body against yours sets fire to your skin, every ragged moan from his lips only sending you higher.

"Fuck yes, give it to me", you pant, lifting your ass even higher, feeling how his fingers caress the red mask his hand left there. Your body is electric, every nerve singing, lost in the wild rhythm of him, of you.

His fingers slide up your stomach, finding your chest, palming you roughly, teasing, taking as he leans over you again. His lips are on your neck, your shoulder, biting, sucking, marking. You can feel how much he needs this, needs you. The way he holds you, the way he praises you between breathless groans. "You're so perfect," he rasps, pressing a searing kiss to your jaw as he moves faster, harder, deeper. "So damn good for me--"

He's so deep. So big. So hard inside you, hitting your spot every time.

He's too good. You can't hold it in.

"Oh my god, I... fuck, I'm cumming again", you cry, soaking his dick even more, legs trembling beneath you.

Eddie groans at how tight you're growing, settling back behind you, fucking you in that relentless rhythm and sending you right over the edge. "There we go, baby, fuck, you're so good-- keep clenching for me, god, you're so wet for me--"

When you finally shatter, when your body shakes beneath him, when your breath catches in your throat, Eddie doesn’t stop.

He keeps you right there, stretched around him, overwhelmed and aching in the best way. His fingers tangle in your hair, tilting your head back as he keeps pumping into you. "Not done with you yet," he growls, his hands roaming, his body still moving, still giving you everything, "Not even close."Ringed fingers dig into your skin as he drives back into your soaked, sensitive core, with a desperate, unrelenting need. His breath is ragged, hot against your skin as he groans, completely lost in the way your body clings to him, the way you’re giving yourself over to him entirely."Such a good girl", he rasps, his voice thick with hunger. His fingers slide up your back, pressing you down into the mattress before pulling you back up, forcing you to meet every deep, perfect thrust, "Taking everything I give you. You love this, don’t you?"

Your moan is all the confirmation he needs, but he wants more. His hand tangles in your hair, tugging your head back just enough for him to press his lips to your ear, his voice dropping to something dark and sinful. "Say it".

"Yes", you gasp, voice breaking on the word as he fills you completely, sending another wave of pleasure crashing over you, "I love it, Eddie. Love the way you- ohmygod" Your words dissolve into a desperate cry as he shifts, hitting that perfect spot that makes your whole body shake.

"Yeah?" His smirk is almost feral, his pleasure deepened by the way you react to him, how completely he has you unraveling beneath him, "Then take it". His hands skim down your body before gripping your hips tight, pulling you back onto him harder, rougher. Your fingers clutch at the sheets, your back arching as he pounds into you with a newfound intensity, his breath coming in ragged, desperate groans. "You feel so damn good", he growls, leaning over you, his lips tracing over your shoulder before sinking his teeth into the delicate skin there, "Love your pussy, baby".

The sharp sensation only adds to the fire burning between you, making you moan louder, making you push back against him, wanting, needing more.

Eddie laughs, breathless, low and rough. "So needy, huh?" he murmurs, running his hands down your sides, gripping your waist as he drives into you again, forcing another cry from your lips, "You want more? Wanna cum again?"His hand slides over your stomach, pressing down just enough to make you feel everything deeper, your body tightening, teetering right on the edge.

You’re shaking beneath him, your voice breaking as you beg for more, for him, for everything. "That's it, come on", he coaxes, his lips brushing against the back of your neck, his voice dripping with lust, with devotion, "Give it to me".

"I- d-don't stop, oh god, Eddie, fuck you me me cum again", you pant, your voice desperate, breathless. A second later, your whole body locks up, pleasure crashes over you, fills every vein, makes your muscles tense and shudder, your legs to almost give in.

Eddie groans, his arms wrapping around you as he buries himself deep, as he holds you against him, riding it out with you. But he’s not done. Still not done.

Before you can even catch your breath, he’s pulling out and flipping you onto your back again, his dark eyes blazing as he settles between your thighs, his hands gripping your legs and spreading you open. His lips trail down your body, hot, open-mouthed kisses leaving a path of fire in their wake. "I'm not stopping until you're begging me to", he murmurs against your skin, his voice full of promise.

You're gasping for air, thighs shaking at bis sides, chest moving rapidly under your desperate gasps. Your whole body tingles from your orgasms, you're soaked, spent, done. But the way you just came apart beneath him only fuels Eddie more.

He watches you, his dark eyes burning as he presses his lips to your inner thigh, his fingers tracing over your trembling body. You’re still shaking, still gasping for breath, and he smirks, pressing a soft, almost teasing kiss to your sensitive skin. "Look at you", he murmurs, his voice thick with pride, with possession. His fingers slide up your thigh, then lower, dragging over your slick, overstimulated pussy, "So damn pretty when you cum for me". You whimper, your body twitching beneath his touch, but he doesn’t let up. He hooks your legs over his shoulders, pinning you open for him, his grip firm but reverent. "You can give me another one", he rasps, and it’s not a question.

It’s a promise.

Before you can protest, before you can tell him you’re already spent, his mouth is on you. The first stroke of his tongue has you arching off the bed, a sharp gasp leaving your lips as the pleasure spikes right back to life. He groans against you, savoring the way your body reacts to him, the way your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer even as you tremble beneath him.

"Oh my god..." Your voice is wrecked, barely more than a breathless whimper.

He hums, dragging his tongue over you again, slow and deliberate, before sucking at the most sensitive spot, making you cry out. Your whole body shudders, pleasure building too fast, too much, but he holds you down, keeps you exactly where he wants you. "You’re not done yet", he growls against your skin, his fingers tightening on your thighs, "You can take it, baby".

You’re not sure if you can.

The pleasure is too intense, too overwhelming, but he’s relentless, driving you higher and higher, his tongue working you so good you're choking on moans and gasps, grinding yourself against his face, until you’re breaking all over again, your body shaking as he works you through it, groaning against you as he takes everything you have to give, tasting your orgasm on his tongue. He's loving every second of it, his eyes pinned to your flushed, gasping face.

He presses kisses up your stomach, over your ribs, up to your chest, his lips hot and worshipful as he murmurs against your skin. "One more", he coaxes, his fingers sliding back between your thighs, teasing, stroking, keeping you on the edge even as you whimper in protest, "I know you can".

Your hands find his shoulders, nails dragging over his skin as you shake your head, breathless. "No, I- fuck... I-"

"Shh", he soothes, kissing your jaw, your cheek, your lips, his voice a rasp of devotion and hunger, "Just let me take care of you, okay?"

You swallow breathlessly, feeling his dick hard and ready against your lower belly, nodding, needing him again.

He grins, kisses you again, grabs your leg to flex it around his waist, aligning his aching cock again, and pushing back inside you. He hisses at the clenching, pulsating and dripping sensation, fingers digging into your skin as he starts to fuck you again, deep and slow at first, but it doesn’t stay that way for long. Your hands fall to his back, scratching his back as you hold on to him, bodies glistening in sweat as they move against each other, skin hitting skin.

His pace picks up, his hands gripping your hips, holding you down as he pushes you toward one final, devastating high. You’re barely coherent now, all sensation and pleasure, completely lost in the way he’s consuming you, in the way he’s giving you everything he has. You're pulling him down, kissing him so deep, gasping for air, stealing his breath and moaning into his mouth, feeling how he's already starting another fire inside you. His breathless lips curl into a smug smirk.

"Mhm, won't you look at that", he pants, feeling how your body is tensing again already, "Cumming again, huh? Told you there's one more to give".

You're unable to form words, just arching into him, into his hot, broad body, wrapping yourself around him. "So good", you eventually whimper, eyes fluttering close as you focus on the feeling he's starting inside you.

He moans lowly, watching your face as you take a sharp breath, frowning, head falling back. "Yes, just like that", he rasps, "Fuck, you're so hot, baby".

"K-keep going", you whisper barely audible, locking tighter around him, feeling how another knot of energy builds between your legs, deep inside your lower belly, sending a whimpered moan right out of you.

"Fuck, you're so tight, I- holy fucking shit, baby".

When it hits again, when your body clenches around him, a row of broken moans leaves your throat as the knot bhests inside you, leaving you shattering completely beneath him again, crying out his name, Eddie groans, burying himself deep, his own release following seconds after, his whole body tensing before he finally collapses against you, spent and shaking.

Neither of you move. Your heart is pounding, your breath coming in short, gasping pants as Eddie presses his forehead to yours, his arms wrapped around you, holding you close as he catches his breath. "You good?", he murmurs after a moment, brushing a few damp strands of hair from your face, his voice softer now, full of concern, of love.

You can’t even form words. You just nod weakly, still trying to catch your breath, and Eddie chuckles, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before pulling you into his chest, cradling you against him.

10 minutes later, you're conscious again.

Eddie's broad body is wrapping around you like he can keep you in place forever. His skin is warm against yours, his heartbeat a steady rhythm under your ear. His fingers trace lazy circles along your back, grounding, soothing.

For the first time in what feels like forever, you feel okay. Wrecked, exhausted, but safe.

"You know," you mumble against his chest, voice thick with sleep, "Wayne’s gonna kill us if he wakes up and sees we never left for school."

Eddie snorts, pressing a lazy kiss to your temple. "Worth it".

You laugh softly, nuzzling closer, letting yourself sink into him, into the hazy warmth of this moment. The fight from this morning feels far away now, lost somewhere between exhaustion and tangled sheets.

"You... okay?" His voice is quieter now, more serious. He brushes a few strands of hair from your face, tilting your chin up so he can look at you, "Y'kno, after everything this morning".

Just like that, the lightness disappears.

You tense. It’s not intentional, not something you mean to do, but the second his words settle, the weight of it all crashes back down. The fight. The knife. Billy.

Eddie feels it. His grip on you tightens slightly, his thumb pressing against your skin, as if trying to pull you back before you slip too far into your head. "What is it?" His voice drops lower, careful, searching. "Talk to me. Please".

You swallow hard. "I just… I don’t know what to do."

"About what?"

You close your eyes. "Billy and his ultimatum."

His whole body stiffens. The air shifts. You force yourself to keep talking before he can spiral. "He still expects an answer. He gave me a deadline until end of this week. So, in two days." Your voice is barely above a whisper. "I obviously won’t… I mean, I would never--" The words catch in your throat. You can’t even say it. "But if I don’t, he’ll go to the police. He’ll tell them what you did."

Eddie’s breathing turns sharp. "What I did?" His grip on you shifts, firmer now, jaw tight, "What I did was keep that piece of shit from putting his hands on you again. What I did was breaking his fucking nose for waiting in your old home and fucking molesting you. I’d do it again. I’d do worse if I had to."

"I know". You press your hands against his chest, trying to soothe him, but you can feel the way his heart is hammering now, feel the way his muscles coil like a wire pulled too tight, "I just… I don’t know how to fix this, Eddie."

His jaw clenches. "We don’t have to fix anything."

"We do if we don’t want him to fucking ruin you. Us".

He goes quiet at that. His eyes flick away, over your shoulder, staring at some distant, unseen enemy. His fingers twitch against your skin like they don’t know whether to hold you tighter or let go and grab something else instead. "I can handle him," he mutters.

"No." Your voice is firm. "You’re not going near him. You’re not getting yourself in deeper."

He scoffs at that, but stays quiet.

You sigh, rubbing your temple. "I don’t even know what happens if someone accuses you of assault. Will you get arrested? Will there be a trial? A penalty?

What if they actually put you in prison?" Eddie scoffs again. "They’re not gonna throw me in fucking jail for breaking some asshole’s nose."

"But you don’t know that", you mumble, your fingers clutch at the sheets, "You don’t have any other criminal record, right? Something that could make this even worse?"

He shrugs, shifting beside you. "Nothing serious. Stole a car once, but I was too young for it to stick. Dealt some shit later, only got a warning because Wayne knew the officer. That’s it. Nothing serious". His jaw flexes. "Not yet. But that's what I meant when I said we don't have to fix this. If I get a record for this? Then I get a record. I’ll deal with it."

But you can’t accept that.

"Eddie, no." You sit up, sheets pooling around your waist, "That’s not fair. You were protecting me. You don’t deserve-"

"Doesn’t matter what I deserve, my love." His voice is calm but firm, and when you turn, you see the resignation in his eyes. "If I have to carry that, I’ll fucking carry it. It’s fine."

"It’s not fine!" Your voice wavers, "If you have an assault charge, you won’t find a good job. And your music... Eddie, what if it ruins that, too? What if no one wants to sign your band because they don’t wanna work with someone who-"

"Who what?" His eyes are burning now. "Who broke some prick’s face to protect his girl? If that’s a dealbreaker, I don’t want ‘em anyway."

"But what if-"

"Sam." His hand finds your wrist, squeezing gently, "I’m not scared of this".

"Well, I am!", you reply, your voice cracking at the words, "I don’t want this to follow you around for the rest of your life. You deserve more than that. All you did was to protect me".

He looks at you and something shifts. His fingers relax, his shoulders drop slightly. "Baby…" His voice is softer now as he mumbles, "It’s already done. Whatever happens next, we’ll deal with it."

But you don’t want to just deal with it. You want to fix it. You want to rewind time and stop any of this from happening at all. You want Billy gone.

"No", you shake your head again, glancing down at him still lying next to you, "I won't let this shithead win".

"So what do you wanna do about it, mh? Talk?", he asks, raising a brow.

"I don't know", you whisper, suddenly feeling so helpless and small, "I don't know what to do but I can't just let him do that. I can't, Eds, and I won't".

He sees it in your eyes. The hesitation, the way your mind flickers for just a second toward another way to save him. A way that makes his stomach turn, that makes his blood boil all over again.

His grip on your wrist tightens, just slightly. "No", he hisses sharply, "Don’t even fucking think about it."

You flinch, blinking up at him, "Eds".

"No. You stay away from him." His fingers slide to cup your face, forcing you to hold his gaze as he speaks, "You don’t talk to him, you don’t let him come near you. Take the jackknife I gave you, and keep it with you wherever you go". His jaw tightens, voice dropping to a growl, "Remember the self-defense moves I showed you? Aim for his eyes, his throat, his balls. You will not give him what he wants. You hear me?"

Your breath hitches. You nod.

"Say it."

"I won’t," you whisper, voice shaking.

"Say it, Sam. All of it." His eyes burn into yours, making you gulp hard.

You nod again. "I won’t let him...", you exhale shakily, your throat closes up, "I won’t let him touch me. I w-won't let him close". Your voice breaks completely at the last word.

Eddie inhales loudly, like he’s barely holding himself together. "You won’t see him alone. If he corners you, you fight. You scream. You fucking stab him if you have to. But he won’t catch you alone anyway, because wherever you go, I go."

Your head shakes, "Eddie, you can’t alw-"

"I can. I will." His hands are still on you, warm and steady despite the fire raging behind his eyes, "I won’t leave your side until this is over. He won’t come close again. Not once more. I'm done. I'm fucking done".

You swallow hard, staring at him, at the possessiveness, the fury, the sheer devotion in his gaze. "Promise me you won’t do anything bad, Eddie", you whisper, watching how his expression flickers. Your stomach drops.

His eyes dart toward his dresser, just for a second. The knife hidden in it. The gun he’s never used. Not yet.

"Eddie", your voice is barely above a whisper, "Look at me."

His eyes meet yours, unreadable, his fingers twitching against your skin.

"Say it". 

A beat of silence.

Then, "I promise."

You don’t look away. You can’t. Not when there’s still something lurking behind his eyes, something dangerous, something that terrifies you.

"Say it again." Your voice is quieter now, trembling. "Promise me again, Eddie."

His jaw clenches. His fingers twitch where they hold you. He hesitates.

Your heart pounds. "Eddie."

His throat bobs. "I promise."

"Again."

He exhales sharply, his grip tightening as if he’s trying to ground himself. "I promise, Sam."

But it’s not enough. You can feel it.

You shake your head, desperate. "Promise me you won’t do anything bad. You won’t go after him. You won’t..." Your breath shudders, "You won’t do something that’ll take you away from me."

His face twists, like the very idea of not retaliating against Billy is something he can’t stomach. But then, he looks at you. Sees you. The tears in your eyes, the way your hands are shaking against his chest, the sheer, raw fear you’re feeling.

And it breaks him.

His anger deflates, just slightly. His shoulders drop. His fingers loosen on you. "I won’t, baby." His voice is hoarse now. "I won’t do anything bad. I won’t let him take me from you. I swear it."

You search his face, your own breath coming in ragged little gasps, waiting for the lie, waiting for that thing still lingering in his eyes to fight back. But he doesn’t look away this time. "Okay", you whisper, blinking away the fresh tears clinging to your lashes.

"C'mere, baby", he mumbles, reaching for you and pulling you into his chest. You let him,  feeling his warmth wrap back around you as you both sink back down on the bed, his strong arms holding you close to his chest, a big hand resting on your back.

Your head turns, you glance up at him, meeting his eyes that are already on you, those dark pools of chocolate filled with so many emotions as he holds your gaze, slowly moving a hand to the side of your face to gently caress your jaw. You lean into his touch, closing your eyes for just a second, letting yourself breathe, letting yourself believe him. His thumb traces slow, soothing circles against your skin, grounding you, pulling you away from the storm raging in your mind. His fingers trace along your jaw, slow and tender, his thumb now brushing the corner of your mouth, and you shudder under his touch, your lips parting just slightly. His eyes soften, and he looks at you like you’re the only thing anchoring him to this world. Like he’d be lost without you.

"Love you," he murmurs, voice thick, raw.

You tilt your chin up, closing the space between you, pressing your lips to his in a slow, lingering kiss. He exhales into it, like he’s letting go of something heavy, like he’s surrendering to this, to you. No desperation this time. No urgency. Just warmth. Just love. His lips move against yours in a gentle, lazy rhythm, savoring you, like he has all the time in the world.

And for now, he does.

You hum against his mouth, melting into him, pressing closer. His arms tighten around you, pulling you flush against his chest, the heat of his bare skin sinking into yours.

You’re still naked, both of you tangled in the sheets. You tilt your head, deepening the kiss just slightly, and Eddie sighs into your mouth, his fingers threading through your hair. "Baby," he murmurs against your lips, voice thick with love.

"I love you so much", you whisper, barely pulling back, your breath mingling with his. "So much, baby."

Eddie groans softly, like the words physically affect him, and kisses you again, a little firmer this time, his hands cradling your face before he rolls, pinning you beneath him, not breaking your kiss.

You smile against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck, the warmth of his body pressing into you, the way he breathes your name like a prayer between kisses. "You’re everything," he whispers, forehead pressed to yours, his nose brushing against yours, "You hear me? Everything."

Your fingers tangle in his curls, pulling him down into another kiss, swallowing whatever else he was about to say. You don’t need words.

Just this. Just him. His kisses, his warmth, this peaceful moment between you two.

Until the sound of heavy boots stomping down the hall makes both of you jolt.

You barely have time to react, before the door slams open so hard it shakes the wall.

"Jesus Christ, Eddie, you better have a damn good-"

Wayne freezes in the middle of his sentence. His eyes widen. His face immediately turns red. For a single, horrifying second, he sees way too much.

Eddie is on top of you. You're both naked. The sheets are barely covering anything. Your face is flushed, lips swollen from kissing.

Just as fast as the door had opened, Eddie's uncle spins around, cursing under his breath, slapping a hand over his face like that’ll somehow erase what he just saw,

"Goddamn it!"

You yelp, grabbing at the sheets to yank them higher over you, face burning as you cover your bare tits, "Wayne!"

Eddie and you both stare at his uncle's back standing in the doorframe.

"You gotta be shittin’ me," Wayne mutters, rubbing a hand over his face, "You two skipped again?"

"Not in the mood, old man," Eddie groans, rolling onto his back, making sure you're still covered as you just stare at them both with big eyes.

"Not in the mood?", his uncle repeats, slowly turning back around to face your two in bed, "You think I bust my ass every damn night so you can just lay around, screwin’ instead of gettin’ your damn diploma?"

Eddie exhales sharply through his nose, then sits up and swings his legs over the bed. He plants his feet on the floor and scrubs his hands over his face before standing, completely fucking naked.

You squeak, pulling the sheet tighter around you as Wayne immediately curses and turns away again.

"Jesus Christ, boy, put some damn pants on!"

But Eddie doesn’t care. He stomps to the door, grabs the handle, and shoves it shut with a bang, locking it before Wayne can say another word. "I’m old fucking enough to decide for myself whether I wanna go to that goddamn hellhole or not," he snaps.

Wayne’s voice is muffled now, but still angry. "You’re damn right you are! You’re also old enough to not be freeloadin’ in my goddamn trailer if you can’t be bothered to-"

"Wayne," Eddie interrupts, rubbing his temples, standing butt naked right behind the locked door, "I had a fucked up morning, okay? I am not in the fucking mood for this conversation today. It's just one day".

Wayne scoffs from the other side of the door. "One day? One day, my ass, boy. You keep skippin’ like this, there ain’t gonna be a diploma at all."

Eddie rolls his eyes, "Oh, yeah, ‘cause that’s what really fucking matters right now," he mutters under his breath.

You shift under the sheets, heart still hammering from the abrupt intrusion, from the heat still lingering between you and Eddie, from the way his whole body had tensed the second Wayne started laying into him. "Eds…" you say softly, watching him rub his face with both hands, exhaling sharply like he’s trying to hold back the rest of whatever he really wants to say.

"No, I’m serious," Eddie says, turning to face you, completely ignoring the fact that he’s still naked, "Do you really think that diploma is gonna fix any of this? Huh? You think a fucking piece of paper is gonna make everything okay? Because I got news for you, it won’t."

Wayne is silent for a long moment. Then, "You ain’t got the first clue what that piece of paper could do for you, boy." His voice is lower now, still firm, but there’s something else in it. Something tired.

Eddie laughs, humorless. "Oh yeah? Well, guess what, Wayne? Billy fucking Hargrove doesn’t give a shit about my diploma. He gives a shit about how hard I hit him. And now he's got Sam in a goddamn chokehold over it."

You flinch. You weren’t expecting him to say it. To just throw it out there like that.

Silence.

Then, "What the hell does that mean?" Wayne’s voice is sharp now through the door.

Eddie sighs, dragging a hand down his face before finally walking back to the bed and collapsing onto it, back against the headboard. "Means that if we hadn’t stayed home today, I probably woulda gotten expelled anyway, ‘cause if I saw that son of a bitch in the hallway, I would’ve killed him."

Wayne swears under his breath. "Open the goddamn door, son."

Eddie doesn’t move. Doesn’t answer. Just stares at the ceiling like it holds all the answers he doesn’t have.

Wayne sighs. "We’re talkin’ about this. Now."

Eddie closes his eyes. "Tomorrow."

"Now."

"Tomorrow," Eddie repeats, voice flat. "I swear to fucking god, Wayne, if you make me do this right now, I’m gonna lose my goddamn mind."

Another long pause.

Then, finally, "Tomorrow," Wayne agrees. "But if you’re still here when I get home from work tonight, you’re tellin’ me everything, you hear me?"

Eddie doesn’t answer.

Wayne exhales sharply, then his boots retreat down the hall. The second you hear the front door slam, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

Eddie groans, dragging a pillow over his face. "Fuuuuuck."

You reach over, gently prying the pillow from his grip, tugging it away, "You okay?"

He lifts his head just enough to look at you. His curls are a mess, his cheeks still flushed, eyes tired. "I don’t know what the fuck I’m gonna do, baby." His voice is quieter now. Raw.

You scoot closer, pulling the sheets over both of you again, curling into his side. "We’ll figure it out," you whisper.

Eddie sighs, running a hand over his face. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." You press a kiss to his shoulder, your fingers tracing lazy patterns over his chest, "Together."

He exhales slowly. And then, after a moment, he pulls you closer, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. "Okay," he murmurs.

As soon as you start to shift away from him, Eddie tightens his grip around you. "Where the hell do you think you’re going?" His voice is low, still thick with sleep and the aftermath of everything. His body is warm, solid against yours, his arms locking you in place like he can keep the world from touching you if he just holds you close enough.

You chuckle softly, pressing a kiss to his jaw, "I need to shower, baby. And eat. Gotta be at work soon".

Eddie groans dramatically, burying his face in your neck. "Nah. No, you don’t. Call in sick. Tell Pat you’re dying."

"I think he'd notice when I showed up to my next shift tomorrow perfectly fine." You wiggle against him, trying to untangle yourself from his limbs, but he’s stubborn, clinging to you like you’re his lifeline.

"So don’t show up tomorrow either," he mumbles into your skin, "I’ll take care of you. We’ll just stay here. Naked. Forever."

You laugh, finally managing to pull back enough to look at him. His hair is an absolute mess, curls wild, his eyes still heavy-lidded but watching you like he’s debating whether to let you go or just trap you under him again. "Eds," you chide, brushing a curl from his forehead, "I really do have to get up."

He exhales sharply through his nose, but finally loosens his grip. "Fine." You sit up, stretching, but before you can even swing your legs over the bed, he says, "I’m coming with you."

You blink, turning to look at him. "To my shower?"

Eddie smirks, "Well, that too. But no, I mean to work."

You frown. "You don’t need to do that."

"Yeah, I do." His smirk is gone now. He’s serious.

You shake your head. "Eds, - "

"No, don’t ‘Eds’ me," he interrupts, sitting up fully, resting his weight on one arm as he watches you, "You think I’m just gonna let you go off by yourself?"

You sigh, running a hand through your hair, "Nothing’s gonna happen. I'm at work, babe. Pat's gonna be there. Clients will be there. I'm not gonna be alone".

"You don’t know that."

You close your eyes for a second, willing yourself to be patient. "Eddie, I have to work. You can’t just sit there and babysit me through my whole shift. I'll be there at the record shop for at least four hours".

"Watch me."

You groan, standing up, dragging the sheet with you as you grab some clothes from the dresser, "You’re being ridiculous".

"And you’re not taking this seriously enough."

You freeze for a second, then turn to look at him, "Are you serious right now? You know damn fucking well how serious I fucking take this, Eddie. All I'm saying is I'm gonna be at work, and there will be other people that will have an eye on me. There's no need for you to sit there and watch me. Bet you got some stuff to deal with as well, don't you? Maybe getting rid of that fucking gun in your drawer?"

He grabs a pair of boxers and yanks them on while standing up, too. "Are you fucking kidding me right now?"

You sigh, pressing your fingers to your temples. "I just... can we not argue about this right now? I have work, and after that, I was gonna meet up with Robin for a girls night. Maybe grab a drink, just- just have a normal night, okay?"

Eddie crosses his arms, eyes narrowing, "Yeah, and that sounds amazing, but I’ll come with you."

You let out a dry laugh, shaking your head, "Eds, it’s girls night."

"And I don’t give a shit".

You frown, turning back to him, "You’re not a girl."

Your boyfriend just shrugs and looks at you, "I don't fucking care".

Then, without thinking, you roll your eyes. The second you do, the second you realize how annoyed you must've looked, you see the way that hit him. His jaw tightens, something flickering behind his eyes, something wounded.

"Oh, sorry, am I fucking annoying you, Sam?", he snaps, stepping closer.

You sigh, rubbing your forehead, "No. I didn’t mean it like that."

"Then how the fuck did you mean it?" His tone is sharp now, his frustration bubbling over. "Because to me, it looked a hell of a lot like you fucking rolled your eyes at the fact that I’m trying to keep you safe."

You inhale slowly, trying to keep your voice steady. "Eddie"

"No, seriously," he cuts you off, stepping closer, his voice tight with anger, but underneath it, hurt. "You think this is fucking funny? You think I like having to do this? Having to worry that the second I take my eyes off you, that asshole is gonna come creeping out of the goddamn shadows and is trying to fucking hurt you again?" He stops himself, chest rising and falling sharply, fingers raking through his curls in frustration.

You hate this. Hate seeing him like this. The stress, the fear, all of it clawing at him, making him feel like he has to be on edge every second of this day.

"Baby, I know you’re scared," you say, softer now, reaching for him, "I know. But you can’t just..."

"I can’t just what?" He lets out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. "I can’t just make sure you don’t get cornered again? I can’t just make sure some fucking asshole doesn’t touch you again? Oh, yeah, that’s real fucking unreasonable of me, huh?"

"That’s not what I’m saying," you argue, voice tightening, "I just... I don’t want you putting your whole fucking life on hold just to follow me wherever I go for God knows how long".

"My life?" He scoffs. "You think I give a fuck about that right now? You think I’m worried about what, missing out on some big career opportunity while this dickhead is out there just- just waiting? Sam, you told me he wanted you to get back into his fucking bed to safe me. What do you think he'll fucking do if you tell him to piss off, mh? Think he's just gonna accept that and walk away?"

You close your eyes, breathing deeply through your nose. "Eddie, please," you whisper, voice cracking slightly, "I don’t want to fight."

"Yeah?" His jaw clenches, but some of the fire drains from his eyes, replaced with something raw, something exhausted, "Then maybe don’t roll your fucking eyes when I tell you I don’t want you out there alone."

Your stomach twists.

"I’m sorry," you murmur, stepping closer, your hands finding his arms, "I didn’t mean to make it seem like I don’t appreciate what you’re doing. I do. I really do".

His voice is rough, strained as he speaks again. "I can’t, I won’t, let him near you again. I won’t risk it. I fucking can’t, Sam."

Your heart aches at the raw fear in his voice.

You sigh, shaking your head. "I know," you whisper. "I know, baby. And I’m sorry if I made it seem like I was annoyed that you just want to keep me safe. I’m not. I swear, I’m not."

Eddie exhales slowly, his hands raking through his curls. "It’s just…", he shakes his head, voice quieter now, "I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you."

Your throat tightens, emotions tangling in your chest. You reach up, fingertips tracing the curve of his jaw, the slight stubble there. "Eds," you whisper. He exhales, long and slow, some of the tension finally leaving his shoulders. His eyes drop to your lips, then back to your eyes. "I'm sorry", you mumble, "I didn't mean any of it. Don't be mad at me".

He watches you for a moment, then sighs, pulling you against him, pressing his forehead to yours. "Don’t roll your eyes at me again," he mutters.

You huff a small, amused breath. "I’ll try my best."

"Good", he grumbles, tilting his head for your lips to meet in a soft, slow kiss.

You let the kiss linger, fingers curling into the nape of his neck, nails lightly scratching at his scalp. You feel the way he shivers, how his grip on you tightens like he doesn’t want to let you go just yet. You pull back slightly, your lips barely brushing against his as you whisper, "You still wanna join me in that shower?"

Eddie exhales sharply, his hands sliding down to your hips. "You even have to ask?" His voice is low, a little rough around the edges, and you can’t help but smirk at the way his pupils blow wide again, at how quickly that tension in his body shifts into something else entirely.

You take his hand, fingers lacing through his, and tug him toward the bedroom door. "C’mon then, loverboy," you tease.

Eddie lets out a breathy chuckle, following close behind as you unlock it and step into the hallway, his other hand already reaching for the sheet still loosely wrapped around you. "Think you got too much on still, sweetheart." You glance over your shoulder, laugh and roll your eyes.

The second you do, his hand reach out and tighten around your waist, and he lets out an exaggerated gasp. "Did you just fucking roll your eyes at me again?"

You bite your lip, trying not to laugh as you stop just outside his bedroom, but he’s already squinting at you, pretending to be deeply offended.

"Unbelievable," he mutters, shaking his head, "First, you roll your eyes at me trying to keep you safe, and now, when I’m just trying to appreciate my sexy, naked girlfriend inviting me into the shower?"

You snort, reaching up to poke his chest, "Oh no, how will you ever recover?"

"I won’t," he sighs dramatically, "I’m deeply wounded. Might never recover, actually."

"Such a tragedy," you tease, but before you can say anything else, Eddie suddenly grabs you, throwing you over his shoulder like a damn caveman.

"Alright, that's it," he declares, slapping your ass for good measure as you yelp, "No more sass, we're showering, and I’m making sure you never roll your eyes at me again."

"Eddie!" you shriek, laughing as he carries you toward the bathroom.

"Nope, too late, sweetheart," he smirks, kicking the door shut behind him, "Actions have consequences."