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“We’ve arrived, your highness,” Eddie exclaimed, with wild sweeping arm motions.
“You brought me to your house for a date?” You asked, tone unimpressed.
“Why? Not good enough for you princess?” He smirked, hopping out the van.
You shrugged, biting back your smile. “Entirely fine, just a bit presumptuous of you. Don’t know what it means of your opinion of me if you’re that sure that you’re getting lucky.”
Eddie’s teasing expression dropped and he spun around to face you. “I swear on my guitar, that’s not what I-” his voice trailed off as he took in your silent laughter. The glint returned full force and he shook his head. “You know, I’m going to catch on eventually.”
Beaming, you reached for his hand and intertwined your fingers. Eddie’s expression softened as you did and your heart flipped. “I really hope not, that’s what makes it so fun,” you said, letting him lead you into his trailer.
“To be fair, you can hardly blame me,” Eddie countered, once he’d found his tongue again.
“Oh?” You glanced at him over your shoulder.
“The image of you dropping onto your knees in front of me under those bleachers has been burned into my mind since Halloween,” he mused, winking at you.
You laughed, rolling your eyes when he smirked at the flush on your cheeks.
“If I seem to remember correctly, you did reject me that night,” you reminded him.
Eddie rolled his eyes. “You tripped trying to unbuckle my belt and reeked of shitty tequila. I didn’t even think you knew my name.”
“Of course, I did,” you said, “you sold me weed like at least a dozen times before that. Did I give off that much asshole energy?”
“It was more scary hot chick energy,” Eddie said, kissing your cheek before wandering into his kitchen. “Just my type.”
You fought your grin and ducked your head.
“You know, I always thought you’d end up with Harrington,” Eddie mused, walking into the kitchen. “Especially since your brother idolizes him.” He poured you some water and grabbed himself a beer. He leaned across the counter, taking one of your hands in his.
“I’m pretty sure he idolizes the both of you,” you said, sitting on a stool by the counter. “I don’t see why.”
Eddie huffed a laugh and pretended to gnaw at your fingers. You swooped in, surprising him, and kissed him. He made a happy noise, one you immediately swallowed, and you ran your tongue across his bottom lip. Pulling back, you watched him slowly blink his eyes open and he smiled. “What was that for?”
“I’ve been wanting to do that since you picked me up,” you smiled at him, eyes darting back down to his lips, “thought you were going to do it in the car but, I got tired of waiting.”
“Please feel free to do that whenever you see fit,” Eddie said, his grip on your hand tightening. “Seriously.”
“Noted.”
“So-”
“Oh!” You straightened. “Back to your assumptions about getting lucky.”
Eddie groaned, head rolling forward. You laughed, enjoying this back and forth you had.
“Back to this?”
“I can’t ask?” You smiled innocently at him.
He laughed and shook his head. “The movie starts in two hours and we’re having dinner after, so I thought this would as good place as any to wait.”
You had just been teasing, trying to rile him up, but now you were genuinely curious. “Why didn’t you pick me up later?”
Eddie paused, eyes darting down to your fingers – which had started tracing random shapes into his palm, a habit you’d had since you were a kid. “Because I want to spend time with you, every hour, minute or second that I get before you come to your senses and leave just as suddenly as you appeared.”
You stilled, thrown by the sincerity. You’d been…hanging around together for a little under a month but the both of you had never really defined what you were.
“I don’t want this to be based off of something superficial,” he said, meeting your eyes for a moment before crossing his arms. “Whatever this is.”
Well, you might as well go for broke. “I thought…this was us dating?” You asked hesitantly.
Eddie perked up and raised one of his eyebrows. “This is our first date.”
“Well, because I’ve been busy with my first semester,” you said, “but I’ve hung out here with you before. Eddie, you watched me study on campus in a library for almost two hours two weeks ago.”
“You’re really pretty?”
Laughing, you shook your head at him. “You’re incorrigible.”
“Oh, seduce me with your fancy vocabulary princess,” he said, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.
“So, you agree?”
“On what?”
You scowled at him. “That we’re dating?”
“That’s a bit presumptuous,” he joked, quoting you from earlier. He brought his hand up to his chest and gasped. “Wait, do you like-like me?”
“I hate you,” you said, standing and walking towards the door.
“No, no, no,” he jumped, blocking your exit and wrapped his arms around your waist. He pulled you into his lap on the couch, both of you landing with grunts. “I’m teasing. Please, tell me more about how much you want to date me.”
“I will slap you,” you threatened, not wanting to laugh or else you’d never hear the end of it.
Eddie wiggled his eyebrows. “That’s kinky but I’m into it.”
You groaned and buried your face into his neck. “You’re lucky I like you,” you vaguely threatened.
“I really, really, really am,” Eddie laughed, his breath hitting your collarbone and making you squirm. His fingers gently pushed your hair away from your face, despite you not budging from his neck.
“Come on,” he whispered, “let me see those judgmental but beautiful eyes.”
You straightened and glared at him. “I am not judgmental.”
“You’re not, or else you wouldn’t be my girlfriend,” he said, quirking a brow, “but I knew it’d get you to stop hiding.”
Pinching his arm, he jumped and gasped like a scandalized old woman. “That was rude, use your words Henderson.”
“I’m your girlfriend huh?”
“Uh, when the pretty girl you’re on a first date with practically begs you to go steady, hell yeah.”
Rolling your eyes and ignoring his amused chuckle, you poked him in the chest. “That means we’re exclusive, from now on, okay?”
Eddie leaned back, brows raised, “were we not exclusive from the start?”
“Well, I don’t know what you do when you aren’t with me,” you huffed. “I mean, I don’t care but from now on, just you and me?” Eddie exhaled harshly and let his head drop to the back of the couch.
“Princess, you can’t do that to me.”
“What?” You asked.
“I thought that you – I mean, did you – actually that’s none of my business,” he huffed. “Yes, it’s just me and you.”
This time, you raised a brow. “I wasn’t hiding a second boyfriend under my bed – if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“I wasn’t,” he lied, smiling at you after a beat. “I wasn’t either, in case you were wondering.”
“I wasn’t,” you said, hating the way your shoulders relaxed just a little. The spark in his eye showed he noticed but he seemed smart enough not to mention it. “When I’m not with you, I’m with one of the guys, at practice, at a gig, selling, or here, by the way.”
“I didn’t ask,” you feigned disinterest. He shot you a knowing look.
“So, girlfriend of mine,” you grinned at his stupid smile, “what shall we do to pass the time?” One hand wandered down to your hip, nudging you to straddle him. With quick maneuvering, you placed your knees on the sides of his hips. Both of your breaths hitched when you settled your weight down onto his lap. His other hand immediately came down to your ass and you jumped, surprised.
“Doesn’t your uncle ever come home?” You asked, glancing at the door a little nervously.
“Rarely,” he said, latching onto your neck. You tilted your head back to give him easier access and relished in the tiny eager noises he made. You did a little experimental thrust down and grinned when Eddie groaned. “You have no idea how often I dream of you.”
Surprisingly moved, you traced the column of his neck gently, watching as goosebumps appeared. “Probably as often as you come up in mine,” you whispered into his skin, pressing a kiss to the spot behind his ear. He shivered as you mouthed at his skin, jumping when you nipped at it. You tugged at his Metallica t-shirt until he pulled it over his head, hair sticking up.
“I sincerely doubt that,” Eddie breathed, the evidence springing to attention beneath you. “I cannot express how easily you turn me on.”
“I see that,” you nipped at his neck once more, satisfied with the red bruises. “Don’t underestimate yourself.”
“Yeah?”
You smiled mischievously. Leaning forward, you skimmed your lips across his chest, your tongue darting out to lick his nipple. He grunted, the pressure below you increasing. “Sometimes, when I can’t sleep, I touch myself and think about you on stage. The way you play, your hands on your guitar,” your breath stuttered, imagining it now, “I think about you climbing over me and using those hands on me.”
“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, surging up and capturing your mouth with his. “That’s so fucking hot, oh my god. Please let me watch one day.” His hands unbuttoned your jeans with precision and he sighed, relieved almost, when he found what he was looking for.
You, on the other hand, buckled when his fingers pressed into you. Your hand came up to his, stilling him. Leaning back, you calmed your own breathing before grinning down at him and he scowled. “Oh, you play dirty.”
“Remember how we said we’d take this slow?” You said, running a hand down his chest, his muscles twitching.
“A stupid decision really,” he said, breathless. “Who came up with that?”
“You,” you said, turning your attention to the other side of his neck.
“I’m an idiot, since when do you listen to me?”
You laughed, breaking your trance, unable to keep it in. Eddie shot you a dazed smile. His other hand came up to your face, his thumb swiping across your bottom lip. You playfully nipped at his finger, smiling when he grinned. “You have an amazing laugh.”
Smiling bashfully, you look down at him and couldn’t help but find him beautiful.
“You gave me a hand job in your car this morning, in your school’s parking lot, that made me come so hard I’m pretty sure I saw stars and my hand is currently in your pants and that’s what makes you blush?”
“Don’t criticize me,” you said.
“Oh sweetheart, I wouldn’t dream of it,” he said, flickering the fingers still pressed against you in retaliation. You gasped, taken by surprise, and rocked forward instinctively. The movement caused the best kind of friction, pulling identical moans out of both of you. “Okay hold on, fuck, fuck, fuck. Don’t move.”
Your breath sounded ragged even to you. “We’re going to miss the movie,” you said, trying to steady yourself.
“Fuck the movie,” Eddie mumbled.
“Eddie,” you laughed, already untangling yourself from him.
He groaned at your absence, arms grabbing any part of you that he could reach. “I hate this part,” he grumbled.
“Me realizing that I’m essentially crushing you?” You asked. “I don’t know how I always end up on top.”
Eddie smirked. “I like women who take control. Well, not all women, just you.”
“You pulled me onto you,” you reminded him, kissing his temple.
“Potato, tomato,” he said, trying to sit up and slumping back. “I’m going to need a moment.”
You hid your laugh and bit your lip, twisting your hair onto one shoulder. Eddie opened one eye and groaned.
“What?”
“Don’t look at me like that,” he hissed.
“Like what?” You crossed your arms.
“Like that!” He waved his hand at you, throwing his arm over his eyes. “It’ll never calm down.”
“What if…we skipped the movie?” You asked, tugging at the hem of your own t-shirt.
“What?” Eddie croaked, peeking out from under his elbow.
“We’re dating, we’re exclusive, and we’re definitely on the same page on what we want,” you said, ticking off each point on a finger. “Why wait?”
Eddie’s eyes flashed for a moment before he sat up. “Because what kind of asshole doesn’t take his girl out to a movie and dinner on their first date?”
You rolled your eyes but smiled at him. “I wouldn’t mind.”
“Don’t make this harder for me,” he said, glancing at his lap, “pun intended.”
“You’re an idiot,” you said around a laugh.
“I’m your idiot now,” he retorted, squeezing his eyes shut. After a moment, he stood and crossed the room over to you. “I will always want you but, when we’re old and crusty, I want to be able to retell the story of tonight without feeling like a pervert.”
You beamed at him and nodded. “Alright. If, you’re sure.”
“You’ve been talking about this movie for weeks,” he said, looking for his shirt. “We’re not missing it.”
“There,” you pointed to where the shirt was hanging off a chair. Eddie snorted.
“How the hell?” He mumbled, stopping when he passed by a hanging mirror.
“What?”
Eddie’s fingers came up to the red bite marks on both sides of his neck. You knew from experience that on his sensitive, pale, skin they’d be purple by tomorrow. “Staking your claim?” He asked, pupils dark.
“And if I was?” You tilted your nose up into the air.
Eddie’s grip on the chair tightened and you smiled. “I’d say please feel free to do it as often as you’d like,” he replied, pulling his shirt over his head. “I wouldn’t have pegged you as a possessive one.”
You weren’t but you played along. “I thought we’d established this already,” you said, grabbing your bag from his chair and stepping out into the colder season shifting air, shivering a little. “You’re mine.”
Eddie tripped down one of the steps and glared at you. “You really like doing that to me.” Breaking your expression, you laughed into your hand.
“I’m sorry, it’s just so easy.”
He shook his head and tossed you a worn denim jacket. “Here,” he said, “you’ll get cold.”
Warming at the gesture, you pushed your arms through the sleeves and were immediately engulfed in Eddie’s scent. A heady cologne, cigarettes, and something uniquely him. Eddie locked the trailer and turned back around to you and froze.
“Jesus Christ, is there anything about you that doesn’t make me want to throw you into a wall?” He groaned, pulling you into his chest by the jacket collar.
“That sounds aggressive,” you said, kissing him. “You should see someone about that.”
Eddie huffed a laugh and unlocked his van. “Come on, we’ll be late.” He climbed in and quickly backed out his spot.
The radio came on, a familiar synth-pop beat echoed through the car. Eddie made a face and reached for the dial. “Wait, please, leave it on.”
My body screams, please make love to me
'Cause you're the object of my desire
Baby ignite my fire
You grinned, singing along to the song and turning to look at Eddie. He squirmed and glared at you. “I am driving, woman. Do you want us to crash? Don’t look at me like that.”
Throwing your head back, you laughed until your stomach hurt. “I don’t know how we have more sexual tension now but I hope this doesn’t ever fade.”
Eddie smiled, a genuine, small thing. His hand came over to rest on your thigh and your heart skipped a beat. “Trust me, I don’t think it will.”
“So…when we’re old and crusty huh?” You asked, kicking your feet up onto the dashboard. “Didn’t think you wanted me around for that long.”
Eddie grinned, unashamed, making a left turn. “If you think I’m ever letting you go, you’re the one that’s insane.”
You hid your grin by glancing out your window. “Well, Munson, let’s make this date a great one then.”
“As you command, princess.”
Object of my desire
Hey you really turn me on