Paring: Eddie Munson x Fem!

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Summary: You and your best friend Eddie decide it's time to lose
your virginity to each other, after all who is a better choice than the
person you love more than anyone else in the world?
Word Count: 6.2K
Content Warnings: 18+ Only, Smut, PIV (Both protected and
unprotected), Fingering, Underage drinking

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Friday nights at The Hideout had become routine for you and your
group of friends. The dingy little dive bar in your boring town almost
felt like a second home. You knew most of the regulars on a first
name basis and had become friendly with the bartenders, spending
most of your Tuesdays sat by the bar as your friends took to the stage
to play their weekly gig, staff and patrons alike had taken a shine to
you. You had somehow managed to charm them enough for them to
turn a blind eye to the fact that none of you were yet twenty one. This
led to your Fridays also being spent there to chill out with a drink or
two after their campaigns had ended.
“I’m telling you guys now,” Jeff spoke a little too loudly as the topic of
conversation had turned to what he had gotten up to with his new
girlfriend last weekend. “The pretzel dip is by far the best position I’ve
tried so far.”
“Yeah cause you’ve tried so many,” Gareth snickered, causing the
others to join in with his teasing.
You smiled through the conversation even though you didn’t really
know what they were talking about, your gaze always wandering to
Eddie when he tipped his head back and laughed loudly.
A few hours later you arrived back at Eddie’s trailer where you were
spending the night, a regular occurrence. You even had your own
toothbrush in his bathroom, a few items of clothing stashed in his
drawers, but most of the time you opted for one of his shirts rather
than your own. You’d lost count of how many nights you’d shared his
bed, fallen asleep in his arms with your face tucked into the crook of
his neck. You know, totally normal friend stuff.
You shrugged off your jacket and threw yourself down on his bed
whilst he took a seat at his desk to roll a couple of joints. Your mind
wandered back over the conversations that took place earlier. You
loved being “one of the guys”, you truly appreciated that they never
treated you any differently. But at the same time, there were
moments like tonight when the conversation turned a little rowdy that
you wished you had more female friends. You didn’t read the playboy
magazines that the guys did, you had seen porn but not enough to
really know half the things they were talking about. You were by no
means prudish or innocent. You had touched yourself plenty of times,
you just preferred to rely on your own imagination rather than any
physical material to help get you there. The gnawing feeling of being
the odd one out got the better of you as you watched the muscles in
Eddie’s back move as he admired his handy work.
“What the fuck is a pretzel dip?” you blurted out.
“Excuse me?” Eddie asked, his body twisting to face you, an amused
grin on his lips as he held back a chuckle.
“What’s a pretzel dip?” You asked again with a sigh. “Jeff mentioned it
earlier? Honestly I don’t know what half the shit you guys talk about
actually is.”
Eddie full on belly laughed at your confession, his head thrown back
as he placed the joint in his hand down on his desk before turning his
attention back to you.
“That’s because you’re a virgin,” he told you matter of factly.
“That’s bullshit,” you threw the stuffed dragon plush you got him for
his birthday directly at his head. “So are you!”
“Urgh, thanks for reminding me,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes as he
caught the toy just before it could collide with his face, his grin
dropped and his tone had turned sour.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing?” You questioned gently.
“We’re not teenagers anymore, we’re fucking twenty now.”
“It’s not a race Eds.”
“Maybe not for you,” he sighed. “It’s different for girls, no one expects
anything from you. You know how much pressure there is for guys to
lose it?”
“You think I don’t feel pressure?” You asked in disbelief.
“I’m sorry,” he said, abandoning his chair in favour of sitting beside
you on his bed. “I’m sorry you know I didn’t mean it like that.”
You continued to frown at him and he tugged you forward by your
forearms so he could rest his head to your own.
“I’m just a little embarrassed by it, you know? Just get a lot of shit for
it when people find out,” he continued. “Please can we just forget
about it?”
Silence. You didn’t want to forget about it.
“We could do it?” You proposed.
“What?” He pulled back to look at you with raised brows.
“Me and you. We could have sex.”
He stared at you, shock plastered across his face.
“Is it really that crazy?” You asked. “I mean, we do everything else
together.”
He considered what you were saying and you were right. People
commented on it all the time. You were joined at the hip. Followed
each other like shadows. Like one soul in two bodies.
“Okay,” he agreed. “When?”
“Now?” You shrugged.
“Now?” His shocked expression was back again. “I don’t even have
any condoms.”
“So go get some.”
He stared at you for several moments looking for any hint that you
might be joking, when he found none he stood and paced his room as
his busy mind tried to remember where he had discarded his keys.
“Fuck, you’re serious?” He double checked, swiping the keys from his
desk next to his metal “lunchbox”.
“Yep,” you nodded leaning back on his mattress and making yourself
comfortable.
“Alright,” he sighed, an excited yet nervous smile tugging at his lips.
“Be back in ten.”
There was a gas station right round the corner from the trailer park so
you knew he wouldn’t be gone long. Your stomach twisted with
excitement as the reality of what you had suggested set in. You were
going to lose your virginity. Tonight. To Eddie. Your best friend in the
whole world Eddie. Was it really a good idea? You loved him. You
trusted him. There wasn’t any boy in the world you felt safer with. The
more you thought about it you couldn’t work out why you hadn’t
suggested this to him sooner, he was perfect. But if that was the case
then why had you never progressed past the friendship stage?
Your internal ramblings were cut short when you heard Eddie return
home. He hurried back to his room and perched on the edge of his
bed by your side. He reached into the plastic bag clutched in his
hands and pulled out a 12 pack of condoms. He placed them on his
nightstand and reached back into the bag. This time he pulled out a
small bottle of lubricant and held it out to you, you took it with a
curious expression.
“Thought maybe it might make it easier for you,” He explained
hurriedly. “Cause it’s supposed to hurt right? I don’t know, just want
you to enjoy it.”
With his words any sliver of doubt you were having melted away.
There wasn’t another person on Earth that would take care of you like
Eddie would. He reached into the bag one more time and pulled out a
pack of your favourite marshmallow treats. You grinned as you took
them from him.
“And urgh, what are the Peeps for?” You teased.
“Nothing,” he huffed, laughing with you and shrugging his shoulders.
“Just saw ‘em and I know you like ‘em.”
He is perfect. You threw your arms around his neck and smacked a
kiss to his temple.
“Thank you,” you told him resting your head on his shoulder, he
smiled and grabbed your forearm to keep you close, the pad of his
thumb brushing the skin of your wrist softly.
You held your embrace in comfortable silence, until you suddenly
started giggling.
“What’s so funny?” He smirked at you.
“We’re gonna see each other naked.”
“We’ve seen each other naked before,” he scoffed.
You pulled back sharply and shot him a curious look. You had seen
Eddie in various states of undress over the years. You’d seen the
outline of his dick through his boxers when he woke up with morning
wood. You’d seen his bare ass a couple of times when he’d gotten
changed with his back to you. But you’d never seen him fully naked,
and you were almost certain he’d never seen you.
“When?” You questioned, your brow creased as you tried to figure out
what he was referring to.
“Well,” he rubbed the back of his neck as a sheepish look crossed
over his features. “I’ve seen your boobs at least.”
You glared at him.
“Again… When?”
“You know that cute tank top you wear to bed in the summer? The
one with the little black bows?”
“Yes.” It was one of your favourites.
“Well you fidget in your sleep. And it falls down a lot.”
“Eddie you perv!” You shouted, punching him lightly in the arm. “Why
did you never tell me my boob was popping out?”
“Is that a serious question?” He laughed.
Your jaw hung open as you stared at him, you wanted to give off the
impression you were mad but you weren’t really that offended.
“What? I always covered you back up in case Wayne came in
unannounced,” his cheeky grin crumbling your facade.
“Ever the gentleman,” you snorted, rolling your eyes.
You stood up and held out your hand, pulled him up with you when he
took it. You hooked your finger underneath his belt and gave it a
teasing tug.
“C’mon,” you told him sternly, biting your lip to disguise your smile.
“Time to make it even.”
He laughed through his nose and lifted his arms when you pinched
the bottom of his shirt, allowing you to pull the garment over his
head. He shook out his curls and smiled down as you admired his
torso. This part of his body certainly wasn’t new, you’d seen him
shirtless more times than you could count. But even so your eyes
roamed over the pale expanse of his chest, your fingers gently tracing
over the black widow and the demon inked onto his left pec. Your
fingers moved lower, down over his soft stomach your nails raked
lightly through his happy trail, stopping just above his belt. You
hummed in satisfaction at the goosebumps that arose on his skin. In
turn he tugged at the edge of your shirt, asking for permission to
remove it. You allowed him to lift it over your head and immediately
reached behind you to unhook your bra. His eyes widened as you
pulled the straps down your arms and let it fall to the floor.
“What?” You asked as he stared silently at your chest. “Nothing you
haven’t seen before right?”
“Uh huh,” he agreed still not tearing his eyes away, his bottom lip
caught between his teeth. “This is a little different though don’t you
think?”
He placed his hands on either side of your waist and started to trace
patterns onto your skin just as you had done. You shivered under his
touch as he grazed his fingers upwards over your ribcage stopping
just below your breasts.
“Can I?” He asked, the teasing tone in his voice now gone and
replaced with nervous anticipation.
“Yes,” you nodded, your breath hitching slightly as he cupped you in
both of his large palms, his thumbs brushing lightly over your
nipples.
Eager for more you dropped your hands to his belt and fumbled with
the handcuff buckle. You cursed at him for having such a complicated
belt but he simply smirked letting you struggle, unwilling to take his
hands away from your chest to help you. You eventually figured it out
and ripped the belt from its loops. You wasted no time popping open
the button on his jeans and pushing them down over his hips. He did
an adorable little shimmy to help get them down his legs, kicking
them off once he had them down to his ankles.
Your stomach did a somersault as your eyes landed on the very
prominent bulge in his boxers. This was different than when you saw
his morning wood, this time you knew that you had done this to him.
You dragged your nails delicately along his erection from the base to
the already leaking tip.
“Fuck,” he shuddered, dropping his forehead to yours.
You were desperate to hear him do that again. You lowered your hand
again, this time making sure to skim his balls on your way back up.
Eddie’s nostrils flared as a whine tore from his throat. He dropped his
hands from your breasts to fervently unbutton your jeans. You giggled
at his enthusiasm and wiggled your hips to help as he did you. You
gasped when he reached behind you to squeeze your ass, and pull
you flush to his chest, the hardness now pressing into your belly
made you squirm against him with want.
“Excited?” You laughed teasingly, grinding your hip against him.
“A little,” he grinned down at you.
“You first,” you told him as you hooked a finger into the waistband of
his boxers and let the elastic snap back against his skin.
“That’s fair,” he agreed after his earlier confession, with a laugh he
took a step back from you.
He whipped the boxers down his legs and kicked them to the side,
exhaling sharply as he stood up straight and let your eyes wander
over new territory. Your jaw went slack as you took in the sight of his
cock, standing to full attention against his stomach. He was
absolutely fucking beautiful. You didn’t think that seeing his dick
would somehow make him even more perfect in your eyes but it did.
It was long and smooth, a few faint veins ran beneath the skin along
his shaft, the deep pink tip leaking with precum just below his navel.
He was starting to get nervous when you stayed silent, your eyes still
drinking him in.
“Your turn,” he urged as his hands started to fidget at his sides,
resisting the urge to cover himself up.
“Yeah… right,” you sighed as he broke you out of your trance, his
cheeks lightly flushed pink.
You pulled your panties down your legs and quickly kicked them off.
His features softened when his eyes drifted over your now fully naked
form. He held out his hands and you took them in yours, stepping
closer to you to lean his face close.
“You’re so pretty,” he whispered.
“Shuddup,” you mumbled, shy under his gaze.
“Nope. You are.”
You stood for a moment longer simply admiring each other’s bodies
before he asked you to lie back on his bed. You followed his
instructions, the butterflies in your stomach suddenly going crazy as
you opened your legs for the first time. He kneeled on the bed in front
of you, his eyes unblinking as they were immediately drawn to your
centre. He muttered something so quietly under his breath that you
missed it while he ran his palms from your knees up the inside of your
thighs. He laughed when you squirmed beneath him as his touches
tickled you.
“Do you erm… You touch yourself right?” He asked.
“Yeah,” you breathed, your heart was racing inside your chest as his
fingers creeped steadily higher.
“Okay,” his cock twitched as that image made its way to the front of
his mind. “Can you tell me what feels good then, or show me?”
“Yeah,” you agreed. “You wanna sit behind me?”
He nodded eagerly, his curls bouncing where they framed his face. He
moved to sit behind you with his legs either side of your thighs and
pulled you straight back against his chest. You took his right hand in
your own, his left arm wrapped around your chest holding you tightly
to him. You entwined your fingers, your palm resting over the top of
his hand as you lowered it between your legs. You gasped as the tip
of his middle finger made contact with your exposed clit, Eddie
growled softly and nuzzled your temple, his lips pressed to your ear.
You used your finger on top of his to guide him in steady circles,
dipping lower to your entrance every now and again to gather your
wetness.
Eddie wasn’t completely clueless. He had watched more than his fair
share of porn, read plenty of articles and “tips” in his playboys about
the most effective way to get a woman off and he listened closely
when his friends bragged about their sexual escapades whether they
were true or not. He knew the basic things to do but he also knew
that everybody was different. He let you manoeuvre his fingers and
paid close attention to what made your breath catch in your throat,
which spots made your hips jolt and what had you tipping your head
back onto his shoulder as you sighed sweetly. After a few minutes he
was confident enough to take over without your direction.
“I got you,” he murmured as he took the hand that was guiding him
and placed it over your belly. “I got you sweetheart.”
You never realised how sexy his voice was until he was speaking so
lowly against your ear, his words of encouragement had you melting
in his hold as he used his thumb to continue drawing slow circles on
your swollen nub.
“Hmmm you’re so sensitive,” he purred. “Are you always this
sensitive?”
You nodded and turned your head to face him, your foreheads
clashed and your noses bumped, the intensity of your desire to have
him touch you more only grew when you looked into his big brown
orbs. You bucked your hips against his hand in an attempt to lower his
digits.
“Shit baby you want more huh?” His breath was jittery as his own
desperation for more grew.
“Please,” you whined, your back arching as he pushed his fingers in
deep, you could feel his hardness digging into your spine.
His motions are a little awkward to start off with but the heel of his
palm continuously grinding against your clit was enough to still send
little sparks of heat shooting to your core. Sensing that his fingers
weren’t quite having the desired effect he crooked them a different
way and continued his search for your sweet spot.
“Fuck, oh my god Eddie, fuck,” you choked out when he finally found
it.
Bingo, he thought as he honed in on that perfect spot. You felt his
cock jump in response to your moans and it only made you push back
against him harder. He slowly started to thrust his hips in time with
his hand. You were starting to feel the coil tightening, Eddie could tell
you were close from the way your walls were squeezing his fingers,
every drag in and out felt wetter than before and every sharp exhale
brought along a moan or a whimper you couldn’t subdue. You were
writhing in his grasp now, your hips rolling to meet the slick slap of his
hand against your pussy. The heat was burning in your core as your
body screamed at you to just let go.
“Eddie, Eddie, I’m… I’m-” you practically sobbed.
“What? You’re what?” He panted, flicking his wrist twice as hard as he
doubled his efforts to push you over the edge. “You gonna cum for
me? Oh baby please cum for me.”
Your eyes slam shut as you cry out his name over and over,
everything is a blur of white heat as you go rigid in his arms, your
walls contracting around his fingers as you cum hard. His arm
wrapped around you pulled you impossibly closer, his cock throbbing
against your back. You went lax in his embrace, your head resting on
his shoulder as you gained your breath back. Your entire body felt
light and tingly. You felt him smiling against your skin as he buried his
face in your neck, a handful of delicate kisses scattered across your
shoulder.
“Damn, got a bit carried away there,” he mumbled into your hair.
“What do you mean?” You asked, your voice sounded lazy from your
lingering bliss.
“You weren’t supposed to cum like that,” he told you. “Wanted to
taste you.”
You squeezed your legs together and bit your lip at the thought of his
gorgeous face staring up at you from between your legs.
“You still can,” you promised. “Another time. Right now though I just
want you to fuck me. Is that okay?”
“Shit sweetheart are you kidding?” He laughed breathily. “S’more
than okay. Are you sure you’re ready? You don’t need a minute to
recover?”
You shook your head no.
“Just want you now.”
He quickly untucked himself from where he was wrapped around you
and allowed you to lie back against his pillows. Snatching up the
condoms from his bedside drawers he sat on the edge of his bed.
Eddie fumbled with the sealed box, his hands trembling slightly as he
struggled to strip the box of its cellophane, a mixture of nerves and
anticipation.
“God dammit,” he breathed shakily as you watched him patiently.
You sat up and shuffled closer to him. Looping your arms through his
left one you leaned your head against his bicep, your lips pressing
butterfly kisses across his pale skin. Eventually succeeding he Eddie
ripped open the box and pulled out one of the little foil packages,
tearing it open he eagerly rolled the latex down his length.
“Lay back for me yeah?” He told you gently, untangling your arms
from his and urging you back onto his pillows.
You settled back and parted your legs for him while he reached for
the bottle of lube on his nightstand. Popping open the cap he
squeezed a blob onto his fingers and spread them through your still
sensitive folds. You shrieked at the sudden coldness and squirmed
away from his touch.
“Sorry,” he laughed, dipping a single digit back inside of you. “Sorry.”
You laughed with him and grabbed the lube yourself. After squeezing
a generous amount onto your fingers you reached for his cock,
spreading the gel along his hardness. Eddie’s eyes fluttered closed
and his lips parted in a soft gasp as your fingers wrapped around him.
He continued to move his fingers in and out as he had previously, you
were sure you were wet enough that you didn’t need the lube but it
was thoughtful of him to buy it. After a minute or two he grabbed hold
of your wrist stilling the strokes of your hand.
“Don’t want this to be over so fast,” he explained in a whisper.
You nodded and gripped his shoulders to pull him further up your
body, he followed your movements until he was hovering over you.
“You ready sweetheart?” He asked as he touched his forehead
against your own.
“Ready,” you told him staring deep into his chocolate brown irises.
“You’re really really sure about this?”
“Really really,” you confirmed with a nod and a smile.
You anchored your legs around his waist while he lined himself up
with your entrance. Foreheads still touching you both stared down at
where you were about to be connected, watching as he slowly
disappeared inch by inch. Eddie’s eyes slammed shut as he released
one of the most guttural groans you’d ever heard from him.
“Oh my, fuuuck,” he gasped. “You’re so fucking tight.”
You winced as a sharp sting shot through your core. The lube had
helped him slip into you with ease but it did little to help with the pain
of him stretching you. He stilled once his hips were flush with yours
and opened his eyes to look down at you, he was met with the sight
of your face screwed up in discomfort.
“Hey, hey,” he whispered, his voice laced with concern. “You okay?”
“Mmhm,” you breathed heavily. “Just need a minute to get used to
it.”
You were overwhelmed by how big he felt. Sure you had never had
anything but your own fingers inside you before tonight but you didn’t
think it was possible to feel this full. Eddie kept his hips still until you
were ready for him to continue. He took both of your hands in his and
lifted them to rest either side of your head, your fingers intertwined
as he pressed a featherlight kiss to your forehead, then your nose and
both of your cheeks. A warm feeling in your belly grew at the way he
was doting on you. Once the initial pain had dulled to mild discomfort
you gave him the okay to move.
“Go slow okay?” You pleaded.
“Of course,” he assured you. “You’re doing so good, taking me so well
sweetheart.”
His praise sent a different kind of jolt through your core as he began
to rock his hips against yours, not enough to pull out, only to get you
used to a little motion. Your mind struggled to find the words to
express how you were feeling. The only things escaping your throat
being your tiny whimpers and strangled moans as his tip ground
continuously against your g-spot, the coarse patch of curls around the
base of his cock brushing steadily over your clit. Eddie on the other
hand was very vocal. He never stopped checking with you as he
gradually increased his thrusts.
“You doing okay sweetheart?”
“Good to keep going baby?”
“Fuck you feel so so good.”
The fact that he was so worried about how much he was hurting you
was probably the only thing keeping him from blowing his load in
seconds. Your body eventually relaxed as it grew accustomed to the
invasion and the pain has started to ebb into pleasure. While your
movements were stiff at first you started to roll your hips in time with
his thrusts. The sound of his whimper, soft and broken as his breath
fanned hot across your lips had desire already pooling again deep in
your belly. The bridge of your nose was brushing his in a way so
tender you couldn’t remember ever feeling so close to another
person. You needed more of him.
You hooked your legs more securely around his waist and pried your
fingers from his to gently push at his shoulders. He wrapped his arms
around your back, holding you close as you rolled him over. Both of
you were giggling as you fumbled to untuck your legs and settle into
a more comfortable position. Your laughter turned into gasps as his
cock slid deeper into you.
“Jesus. Fucking. Christ,” Eddie growled through gritted teeth as you
started to lightly bounce, his thumbs massaging encouraging circles
into your hip bones.
His eyes were drawn to your core where he was entranced by the
sight of himself sliding in and out of your wet pussy. The look on his
face was one you had never seen before. You couldn’t stop yourself
from reaching out and cupping his face in your palms, you tipped his
chin until he was looking up at you, the pure adoration in his eyes
unmistakable. You couldn’t help yourself any longer, without a second
thought you leaned down until you were kissing him deeply. It was
desperate and messy but he melted into it the second your lips made
contact with his. In that moment everything made sense, why you
had never been interested in dating anyone, it was like you were
made for him. You didn’t need to say the words. As you looked into
each other's eyes as you tore your lips apart for breath, there was an
unspoken agreement that there was no going back now, no way you
could ever be “just friends” again.
You slid your hands up his face until they were tangled in his
dishevelled curls, swallowing his moans when you gave them a gentle
tug. It still wasn’t enough, every cell in your body felt as though it was
consumed by him and yet you needed more. There was only one
other way in which you could fully feel every part of him.
“Eddie,” you breathed. “Eddie, please-“
“What do you need baby?” he panted. “Just tell me what you need, I’ll
give you anything you want.”
“Can we take the condom off?” You didn’t miss the flash of worry that
shot across his face. “Please I just wanna feel you, really feel you.”
“Are you on the pill or something?” He asked.
“No, but we can go to the pharmacy first thing tomorrow?” you
suggested. “Get plan B.”
“You sure?” He asked after a moment of hesitation.
“Yeah,” you assured him. “Yeah I’m sure.”
“Okay,” he nodded, pecking your lips sweetly.
He tapped his fingers against your hip and you removed yourself from
his lap, rolling onto your back you watched as he pulled off the latex
and discarded it. He climbed over you and took his previous position
between your legs. He took a moment to run the head of his cock
along your pussy, admiring you as he spread the gathered precum
through your slick folds. You both braced yourselves as he slowly
pushed back into you, his mouth open wide as he bottomed out. He
slammed his eyes closed and clenched his jaw trying to suppress the
whimpers that were falling from his lips. One of his arms held his
weight by the side of your head, his bicep trembling ever so slightly
while the other flew between you to rub circles on your swollen clit.
“You can move Eds,” you wondered why he was keeping his hips so
still. “Don’t have to wait this time.”
You took his face in your hands again and watched as his eyes
fluttered open, he looked completely wrecked.
“Can’t,” he choked. “M’gonna cum.”
If he thought you felt incredible before it was nothing compared to
now. Without the latex barrier he could feel exactly how warm and
wet you were. His breathing stuttered when he felt your walls clench
around him the faster he moved his fingers.
“S’okay,” you promised. “Want you to.”
You were dying to know what he looked like as he came, what he felt
like, what sounds he made. You wrapped your arms around his broad
shoulders, clinging to him as he hid his face back in your neck. He
started to roll his hips in faster, uneven motions, still trying his
hardest to fight off his rapidly approaching orgasm. You hitched your
legs up higher, digging your ankles into the flesh of his ass in an
attempt to hold him closer to you. Brushing his curls back where they
stuck to his temple damp with sweat. You tucked his hair behind his
ear and kissed along the shell.
“Ohh Eddie,” you whispered, your breath hot against his skin sent a
shiver down his spine. “You feel so- fuck - so good.”
“Fuck, fuck, I’m cumming,” he moaned. “M’sorry, can’t stop it. Can’t
stop-”
He gave one final thrust before his hips stilled, whining into your neck
as he spilled his release deep inside your pussy. You slid your fingers
into the hair at the back of his head, your nails scratching soothing
circles onto his scalp as you held him through his high. You smiled
when you felt his lips move, tiny pecks were placed across your
tender skin. After a few minutes he pulled back, propping himself up
on both of his elbows he smoothed the hair back from your forehead
with his thumbs. You couldn’t keep the grins off both of your faces.
“Hi,” he breathed, breaking the silence.
“Hi,” you giggled softly in response.
“That was…”
“Wow.”
“Yeah,” he laughed. “It was wow.”
He leaned down to kiss you properly, slowly, deeply. You didn’t want
to break the connection but you were starting to get cramps in one of
your legs. He reluctantly pulled away, hissing as he slipped himself
out of you. Frowning when he noticed the smallest bit of blood
between your legs he pressed his lips to the inside of your knee
before telling you he’d be right back. You stared up at his ceiling
when he left the room and couldn’t stop yourself from smiling, you
were so happy it felt like you were floating. Eddie returned with a
drink for you and a washcloth wet with warm water. He handed you
the glass and brought the cloth between your legs to clean you up.
“Sorry,” he apologised when you jumped at the contact.
He finished up and snatched his boxers up from the floor, pulling
them up over his hips before he handed you your panties. Opening up
his drawers he fished out his best Metallica shirt and tossed it next to
you on the bed, knowing it was one of your favourites to sleep in
when you didn’t bring anything of your own to wear to bed. You
pulled it over your head with a smile and shuffled over to make room
for him to lay next to you. He opened his arms and you immediately
curled up into his side, your leg bent up over his hip with your head
on his shoulder, his arms encircled you and tugged you in close as
they had a thousand times before. This position was normal for you to
fall asleep in, except this time he tipped your chin to look up at him
so he could capture your lips with his. You were definitely okay with
this being your new normal.
You woke the next morning with a dull ache between your legs, your
stomach flooded with warmth as you were reminded of the previous
night with Eddie. You rolled over and smiled as you gazed at his
sleeping form. He lay flat on his stomach, jaw slack as he snored
softly, his cheek smushed into his pillow. The sunlight streaming in
through his blinds highlighting the stray hairs sticking up around his
head like a halo. You’d woken up to this sight easily a hundred times
but somehow this morning he looked more beautiful than ever. You
brushed back his curls where they had fallen in front of his eyes and
placed a gentle peck to the tip of his nose, giggling as he scrunched it
adorably in his sleep. Shifting gently trying not to wake him you
slipped out of bed and searched his room for a pair of his plaid
pyjama bottoms.
You tiptoed through to the kitchen where you raided his fridge for
anything you could use to make breakfast. Settling on eggs you lit the
stove and boiled the kettle to make a pot of coffee. You were lost in
your thoughts when you heard a creak behind you before your waist
was enveloped in his strong arms.
“Gotcha,” he mumbled into your neck as he gave you a squeeze, you
could feel his smile against your sensitive skin as he nuzzled your
throat.
“Hey baby,” you laughed into his mess of curls, breathing in the scent
of his shampoo.
He dragged his lips along the column of your throat leaving a trail of
lazy kisses until he reached your jaw. He lifted his head to fully face
you and you wasted no time in capturing his lips with yours. It felt like
time stood still as you melted into the kiss, his large palm wandering
across the expanse of your soft stomach and underneath your shirt
was sending you dizzy. Your mouths moved in sync with one another,
gradually growing needier as the minutes passed. It was a wonder
how you ever managed to keep your hands off each other for so long.
You jumped apart at the sudden sound of the trailer door swinging
open, Eddie’s uncle Wayne shuffled in after a long night shift.
“Morning kids,” he smiled sleepily, not acknowledging the position
he’d walk in on you both in.
“Morning Wayne,” you replied politely. “You want some coffee?”
“Thank you darlin’” he nodded, kicking off his boots and collapsing
into his armchair in the corner with the morning newspaper.
Eddie dropped his chin to rest on your shoulder and stared at his
uncle expectantly.
“You’re not gonna ask?” He said after several moments of silence.
“‘Bout what?” Wayne replied as he glanced up at you looking
genuinely clueless, his eyes roamed over you as he tried to figure out
what was different.
Eddie removed his hand from your hip to gesture between the two of
you but Wayne’s frown only deepened.
“Us? The kiss you just interrupted?” He said as if it was obvious.
“We’re together now.”
“You weren’t together before?” Wayne asked in bewilderment.
“No,” Eddie shook his head, his expression now matching his uncle’s
while you pressed your lips together to suppress your laughter.
“Huh, I just figured you know, the toothbrush in the bathroom,
borrowing each other’s clothes and what not. In that case, good, it’s
about time,” Wayne was smiling fondly now before returning his
attention to his paper.
You poured him a cup of coffee and dipped your lips close to whisper
in Eddie’s ear.
“It’s about time.”