Breaking the Rules Chapter 16
Summary: Beck is new to Hawkins High for her senior year. She is no stranger to being the new kid but when she bumped into Eddie Munson all her rules are thrown out the window and she finds herself falling for the school freak. Everything about him draws her in. Though Hawkins has its own chaos Beck will find herself in danger with the new friends that she is making. But will her actions be enough to keep everyone that she has come to love safe?
Author’s Note: Since Tumblr is doing the Filters, I don't think I need to advise too many times of Minors not interacting, but please understand that there are adult themes. I know some chapters are tame but just to be safe I need to do this.
Warnings: scenes of sexual nature, p in v penetration, oral (f receiving), dom!eddie, sub!femoc
** I do not condone the copying and reposting of my work. If I find that it is being done I will delete everything and cease writing.**
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The next day, the day before Thanksgiving, I was a tornado of movement through my kitchen. Eddie tried to help but after the first hour and a half I had turned to him and said, “Eddie, I love you. However,” I turned back to the pie filling that I was mixing, “you are getting in the way more than you are helping. You are more than welcome to sit at the table and work on your next campaign, or you can schedule a last-minute Corroded Coffin practice.”
He looked at me like a puppy that was just kicked to the curb.
Something in my chest cracked and I walked over to him to cup his face in my hands. “Don’t look at me like that,” I begged, “I just want to make what I bring for you and Wayne to be perfect.”
Eddie took my hands in his, kissed my knuckles and said, “Sweetheart, like I said, we usually eat turkey sandwiches. You’re going above and beyond.”
I sighed and rested my forehead against his chest. “I know, but this is the least I can do.” Eddie kissed the top of my head and moved to the table and flipped open one of my school notebooks to an empty page. He motioned for me to continue, then began to write on the blank pages.
That was three hours ago. Finally, I was working on rinsing of the dishes to put in the dishwasher. My dad gone out with some friends that he had met the moment he saw the chaos that I had created in the kitchen. The only thing that he did to recognize Eddie was throw him an apologetic look as he ran from the main level and out the door.
Eddie nudged my hip with his as he stood between me and the dishwasher. After I rinsed, he put the dishes into the machine. Soon enough, we were done and I leaned back on the counter and let my head fall back. “I’m sorry I was crazy earlier.”
Eddie chuckled and said, “I’ll admit, I didn’t think I’d spend the first day after I admitted my love for you watching you cook,” I laughed, “But, as long as I’m spending that day with you, I’m good.”
I bumped my shoulder against his arm, “Suck up.”
He pinched my side. “I could go for a good suck.” My face flushed and eyes popped open. “Or maybe lick.” His voice racked over me and I had to repress a shiver.
“You,” I said as I held up my pointer finger, “need to relax.” He wiggled his eyebrows at me. “I’m still sore from last night.”
He pouted out his bottom lip, “Aw, does my princess need a massage?”
I tried to think of cold showers, what I was going to wear tomorrow, anything other than the feeling of his hands on me.
He must have seen my struggle because a roguish grin pulled across his face. He placed his hands on my shoulders and guided me to a chair at the table. He sat me down and began to kneed the muscles in my shoulders and neck. “Oh,” he cooed, “So tense. What’s got you so wound up, princess?”
“I wonder,” I said around a moan.
He tutted, “Such a sharp tongue.” He continued his work and my eyes closed as he worked the knots that were in my shoulders. “See,” he shifted lower on my back, “I can be good.” I hummed my agreement.
Eddie, eventually, went home. He tried to convince me to come with him, but I decided that I should hang out with my dad when he got home. Unfortunately, the clock ticked by and the time for dinner passed and I was still reading on the living room couch when doorbell rang.
My brows furrowed as I marked my page and went down to the front door. I pulled open the door and my mouth popped open as the grinning faces of Mike, Dustin, and Lucas greeted me.
“Hi Beck,” Dustin said with an energetic wave.
“Um,” I stuttered as I tried to rationalize why they were there, “Hey guys, what are you doing here?”
Mike leaned up on his toes, even though he was almost a head taller than Dustin, “We were riding our bikes from Family Video-.”
“We’re going to watch a movie at Mikes,” Lucas cut in.
“And we saw that Eddie wasn’t here-,” Mike picked up the story.
“And your curtains were open and we just saw you sitting on the couch reading. So, we wanted to stop and see if you wanted to join us for the movie night,” Dustin finished.
I nodded as I followed the flow of conversation. “You wanted to invite for a movie night?”
“You don’t have to, but you looked lonely,” Mike quickly added.
A smile grew across my face and opened the door wider and waved them inside. “Let me just get my jacket and shoes.” I quickly ran up the stairs and left a note for my dad about where I was headed, flung on my jacket, and tugged on my Doc Martens. I smacked my keys that sat in my jacket pocket and locked the door behind me.
“I can’t believe you said yes,” Lucas said with wide eyes.
I shrugged and said, “Why not?”
“Because you’re older than us. Nancy never wants to hang out with us,” Mike said as we moved to their discarded bikes.
From what I had seen of Nancy around school I could see how she was the driven older sister to the nerdy younger brother. “It’s probably because she’s your sister,” I watched as they all picked up their bikes, “I, obviously, don’t have siblings but I can only assume that’s why she doesn’t want to hang out.” I rocked back and forth between my toes and heels, “So, how are we going to get to Mike’s? I don’t have a bike.”
The three of them looked between themselves then Dustin patted the bar of his handles. “Sit here.” I cocked a brow to him. “It’s not the safest but unless you can fly, we didn’t really think this part through.”
I shrugged and hopped onto the bar and tucked my legs up away from the wheel. Dustin began to move and soon the four of us were speeding down the road. The crisp autumn breeze ran through my hair and I held out my arms on either side of me like wings.
Dustin laughed and said, “What are you doing?”
“Pretending that I’m flying,” I risked a glance over my shoulder, “I haven’t done something like this since I was a kid.”
The three boys laughed and said, “You’re still just a teenager.”
I returned my grip to the metal bar as we turned down a road. “Yeah, well, with the childhood I had a person grows up pretty fast.”
“Right, military,” Lucas asked from my right.
“Yeah,” I looked between them, “At first you just have to behave. Don’t get me wrong, my dad is great, now. But military schools really drill it in you to be seen and not heard. My mom finally realized what was going on and pulled me to go to public schools wherever we moved. Then she passed,” Their faces turned solemn and I quickly added, “Not that you guys needed to know all of that.” I added a giggle to try and lighten the mood.
Mike spoke up from my left, “Hey, we get it. My girlfriend, Elle, she grew up with really strict rules. She’s still trying to find herself.”
We pulled into a long driveway and dismounted the bikes. The side door that we used entered right into a sitting room. From another room a man’s voice yelled, “Mike, did you bring your friends over again?”
Mike paused and huffed out a sigh, “Yes, dad. We’re just going to watch a movie.”
“Hey Mr. Wheeler,” Dustin and Lucas called in a chorus from our spot. Dustin began to move me through the little hall and the doorway that led down to the basement.
“No need to meet Mr. Wheeler. He’s always complaining about how we eat all his food,” Dustin explained.
Lucas trailed behind us; the plastic Family Video bag swung on his wrist. “Yeah, even though we’re bringing our own snacks today.”
The basement was spacious, with couches, tables, and even a desk pushed up against the back wall. But what was shocking was the number of chairs that were littered around the space. It was like a chair graveyard, but all of them were still functional. Just mix matched.
Dustin and Lucas moved to the seating area with the loveseat and couch. They spread their candy on the coffee table and Dustin moved to pop the movie in. I moved to sit on the far corner of the couch and looked over at the assortment of sweets.
“Alright,” Dustin said and sat down beside me. “Probably the most important question, now that we’re hanging out.” I waited for him to continue. “What is your favorite candy?”
I laughed. “Without a doubt, Twix.”
“Twix,” both Dustin and Lucas said in unison.
I nodded. “The mix of chocolate, cookie, and caramel is perfect.”
“Not Reese’s? Who can say no to Reese’s Cups,” Dustin asked and Lucas stared at me with his mouth hanging open.
“I can, the peanut butter and chocolate is good but it’s not my first choice.”
Mike was making his way down the stairs, bowl of popcorn in hand, when he said, “What about Reese’s Cups?”
“Beck’s favorite candy isn’t Reese’s Cups,” Dustin said and looked back to me, “I don’t know if I can sit next to you.”
My astonished laugh made the three boys laugh. I crossed my legs on the cushion and said, “Are we going to watch a movie or are we just going to make fun of my candy choice?” I raised a brow at each of them, “Because if it’s the latter then I would just warn you all that I happen to have some sway with our esteemed Dungeon Master.”
Color began to drain from their faces.
“I would hate for him to find out that his newest recruits were picking on his girlfriend,” I looked between each boy innocently.
Dustin shook his head and said, “Low blow, Beck.” I chuckled and nudged his shoulder with mine.
We began the movie and while it was on the four of us talked about everything under the sun. Dustin spoke about Suzie and Mike about Elle. When it was Lucas’ turn to speak about any one, he redirected the conversation.
I risked a glance at Dustin and, while Mike and Lucas were distracted, he explained, “Lucas was dating Max, but we haven’t seen them together recently. Not really sure what happened there. Max just, kinda, shut us all out after this past summer.”
“What happened last summer?”
Dustin opened and closed his mouth like a fish. “It’s um- well…”
“It’s alright. If it’s something personal for Max, you don’t have to say anything.” I was not a gossip. If something was personal it wasn’t my business to know that.
“It’s just hard to talk about. We were all effected,” Dustin explained. I nodded but didn’t push. “It all happened at the Starcourt fire. Her step-brother, Billy, was killed in the fire.” The conversation between Mike and Lucas stopped and they had turned to us.
“We were there during the fire,” Mike added.
“Max saw Billy die and it has really messed with her,” Lucas said.
I took a deep breath and said, “Shit, I had no idea.”
“Yeah, people say Hawkins is cursed,” Mike said.
Dustin laughed harshly, “They aren’t too wrong.”
There was a tension, like a dark joke that passed between the three of them that I wasn’t let in on. But the topics changed and soon enough the movie ended. When I looked back to the clock, I realized that it was past 11 pm. I stretched my arms over my head and turned to the three boys. “Well, I should probably get home. It’s pretty late.”
“We can bring you back home,” Mike offered from his spot.
I waved him off and said, “No, no. If I could just use your phone, I’ll call and see if Eddie will come and get me.” Their faces paled and I couldn’t help the chuckle, “What, are you boys afraid of the Big Bad Eddie?”
I stood from the couch and stretched again. I had clocked the phone that was mounted on wall that protected the stairs. I dialed Eddie’s number and the line rang three times before a happy tone sang out, “Munson Manor, where your darkest dreams and wishes come to rest.”
I couldn’t fight the giggle at his theatrics.
“Well, I know that voice,” he sang, “I didn’t think I’d get to hear your beautiful voice until tomorrow.”
“Well, it’s your lucky night, Charming,” I teased, “The Freshman stopped by and invited me to a movie night. It’s way too late and cold to balance on Henderson’s handlebars back to my house. Are you free to come pick me up and bring me home?”
“The Freshman invited you to a movie night,” he mused, “What happened to hanging out with your dad?”
I paused, “Dad was still out by the time they came over at, like, 8:30.” The line was quiet. “So, are you able to come get me from Wheeler’s?”
“I’m always free for you, princess. I’ll be there in ten minutes.” His tone was soft, like it was thinking something over.
“Alright, I’ll see you soon.”
I turned back to the three boys and they were all looking at me dumbfound. “I know we see you two every day, but I will never get used to how Eddie treats you,” Dustin said. I rolled my eyes as I got myself ready for Eddie to get me.
Ten minutes later, on the dot, Eddie’s van rumbled to a stop in front of the Wheeler’s house. I ran from the side door with Dustin, Lucas, and Mike in tow. Dustin and Lucas stopped at their bikes but stayed statue still. I turned back to them as I reached Eddie. I sent them a wave and they all raised a hand in a stiff wave of their own.
When I turned back to Eddie, his eyes were dark with concern. As he opened the door he said, “Why’d you go and hang out with the Freshmen?”
I hopped into my seat and waited for Eddie to get into his. Once he was seated behind the wheel and fixed his expectant gaze back on me, I said, “I was waiting for my dad to come home but it was getting later and later.” I looked down at my hands, it sounded so pathetic, “I was reading on the couch and they saw me from the window and they invited me over. I didn’t want to bother you when you had just left so I thought, why not?”
“You know I would have come back,” he said softly.
“I know, but you probably just got settled in at home and I was going to be content just reading if they didn’t come over.” I pulled at a thread on my sweater.
His fingers pinched my chin and forced my eyes to meet his. “I would have come back, sweetheart. Remember that I will always come back for you. No matter when you need me.”
Tears burned at my eyes and I nodded my head. “I understand, I’m so sorry, Eddie.”
He tilted his head, “Why are you sorry?”
“I don’t know,” I said around a sniffle.
Eddie chuckled gently and pulled me into a hug and started to play with the ends of my hair. “Do you want to go home or just go right to my place?”
I looked up into his waiting eyes. “I should probably go home. Not even to see my dad, but so that way we don’t have to drive there and back for all the food tomorrow.”
Another chuckle echoed through Eddie’s chest and it warmed my heart. Eddie pulled away but kept my one hand in his as he drove down the road. The quick drive from Mike’s back to my house was filled with heavy metal pumping through the speakers. By the time that we pulled up to my house I saw that the lights in the lower level of the house turned on. My dad had finally made it home.
Eddie turned off the van and I looked over to him with a brow raised. “Come on,” he leaned over and pecked my cheek, “I’m not just going to drop you off and leave you. I get some extra time with my girl.”
I chuckled and we made our way toward the front door. It was unlocked and the lights were on when we walked in. The house still smelled of all the baking that was done throughout the day and Eddie hummed beside me.
“I forgot how good it smelled in here. Your baking is magical,” he said and wrapped his arms around me. He tucked his nose into my hair and nuzzled under my ear.
“You haven’t even tried it yet. You can’t say that until you try it.” The house was quiet. The usual noises from my dad moving about weren’t there and it pulled my attention away from Eddie. I stepped away and went down the stairs.
He wasn’t in his “man cave” area, and I didn’t hear his shower running. “Dad,” I said into the silence. I looked over my shoulder to see Eddie had followed me down into the basement. He had an eyebrow cocked as he also registered the silence. I turned back to the empty space and moved to his bedroom door.
I knocked gently. No answer. I slowly cracked open the door and saw the room empty. My stomach dropped. I ran past Eddie and took the steps two at a time. I heard Eddie follow after me and called my name.
My eyes fixed onto the island counter where my notepad was still sitting. My feet skid over the tiles and I braced my hands against the countertop. I stared at the paper and found a note underneath mine:
Pulled back to work early. Hope you had fun. Wish the Munsons a Happy Thanksgiving for me.
My breath whooshed from me. Work. He was pulled back to work early. Eddie stopped beside me and looked down to the note that was left. He placed a hand on my shoulder, then the other over the center of his chest. “Jesus… H… Christ, Beck,” he said between pants.
“He got pulled back to work,” I said breathlessly.
“Of course, he was pulled back for work,” Eddie said as he plopped himself onto a chair. “Where else would he have gone?”
I looked over to Eddie with a deadpan expression. “Eddie, don’t worry about it. I over reacted.”
He turned me towards him and cupped my face in his hands. He leaned down to be eyelevel with me. “Hey, it’s alright. Let’s just have a night in.” I smiled at his enthusiasm and nodded into his hands.
The rest of the night went by with Eddie and I lounging on the couch as we watched movies and played music. Eventually we closed up the house and moved to my bedroom.
It had turned to the wee hours of the morning and I sat on the edge of my bed as I set my alarm for the next morning to put the little turkey in the oven. Eddie flew into the room and jumped on the bed. “Why, on Earth, are you setting an alarm?”
“I have to put the turkey in the oven for a few hours tomorrow, and then we’ll let it finish at your house.” I turned back to Eddie and found him staring at me with eyebrows raised up under his bangs. I giggled and said, “Don’t worry, you don’t have to get up. Just me.”
I leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to his soft lips. Just as I was going to pull away, his large, warm hands cupped my face and held me to him. My eyes fluttered closed and I melted into him. I moaned into his mouth and his hands moved to my hair.
His lips moved down my jaw and trailed wet kisses down my neck. I whimpered and said, “Handsome, we have to go to bed. Morning is going to come faster than we realize.”
Eddie hummed against my hot skin as his hands squeezed my hips. “Say ‘come’ again. It sounds so good when you say it.”
A gasp ripped through my lips and I wanted to give into him. It would have been so easy. Like breathing. But that little voice of reason shouted at me to remember that the alarm would go off in only four and a half hours. I took hold of Eddie’s hands and brought them up between us and began to kiss his knuckles, “Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.”
I kissed each of his rings and another moan left him and I looked up to find his blown and hungry eyes watching my every movement. “If you keep doing things like that, I won’t be able to stop.”
Oh, how I wanted him to keep going. To just let go and have his way with me. The knot in my stomach twisted tight. God, it would be so hot. “Eddie, we need to sleep.”
He took a breath, deep into his lungs. He hung his head forward and said, “Alright, I just need a second.”
“Are you-,” I paused mid-sentence as I moved my eyes over his form. He held up a finger for me to wait. I scanned him over again and my eyes caught on the tent of his sweatpants. “Eddie,” I said softly.
“Nope,” he closed his eyes and held up a finger again. “If you use that tone, it’s not going to help.” He stood from his spot and took a few steps away. “You are just -,” he hummed as he worked for the words, “You’re just so irresistible.”
I raised a brow. Me? Irresistible? “I wouldn’t say that.”
Eddie spun around, eyes wide and mouth puckered like he ate something sour. “You wouldn’t say that? Let me put this in perspective for you, princess,” he said as he pinched his fingers in front of him.
I shifted and sat up straighter while I waited for him to go on. He looked at my change of position. My crossed legs and my hands pulled down the hem of my shirt to hide my sleep shorts between my thighs, which resulted in my chests being pushed up and on display. His eyes grew hungry again, but he held up his hand and made a flustered noise, before he turned away from me.
“You, are like a feast,” he continued, “A feast of all my favorite things. I could taste you every day for forever and you would still be my favorite-.” He paused and fisted up his hands at his side. “Nope, I’m trying not to think like that.”
A growl rippled from Eddie as he spun around towards me. “You are the hottest girl ever and you just are hot existing! Forget about it when you’re actually trying to be hot. Then-Then I’m lost in your,” he fell to his knees and waddled over to me to grab my legs, “I’m lost under your spell.”
Through giggles I took hold of Eddie’s hands and said, “I still wouldn’t say all that.”
A guttural yell erupted from Eddie and he flung himself back onto the carpet. He peered at me from his splayed form. “You really have no idea, do you?” I rolled my eyes; he was really going to keep going with this. “I think,” he paused, he moved so fast that I hardly saw him go from laying splayed out to kneeling before me again. Something sparkled in his eyes, “I think I’m going to have to convince you.”
His hands rested on my knees. My breath caught at the contact of his warm palms against my skin. His fingers trailed up my leg and my mind focused solely on his movements. My gaze was pulled into his deep umber eyes. The tips of his fingers flicked under the hem of my oversized shirt and played with the edge of my sleep shorts.
“We, probably, should go to sleep,” he said with a deep gravely tone. “But I think it’s your turn for a tutoring session.”
“What’s-um,” I stuttered, “What’s the subject?”
Eddie hummed as he leaned closer. “It’s a bit of chemistry,” he scraped his nails up under the edge of my shorts. “A bit of biology,” his nails trailed back to their original spot. “Then, maybe, a little exploration into life drawing.”
“I’d be shocked and appalled at that reference if I wasn’t so turned on right now,” I said breathlessly.
The chuckle Eddie emitted was dark and deep. His fingers stopped and I found his gaze. “If you want to stop, just say the word.”
If he had said that fifteen minutes ago, I might have stopped him. But after his fingers trailed a burning path of less than 12 inches up my thighs, my body was craving more of his touch. Even if I were to say stop at that very moment, I would have been up the rest of the night.
My fingers curled into his hair. “Don’t make me beg, Munson,” I pulled his face to mine and molded our lips together. A satisfied moan rumbled through him as he leaned up and deepened the kiss. He kneaded my shoulders, as if he was restraining himself from tearing the shirt off me.
He stood up from where he kneeled, hunched over so as not to break the kiss. I let him guide me back onto the mattress and ran my hands down his back and bunched the cotton into my fists. He helped me remove his shirt and immediately returned to my mouth.
My hands roamed the expanse of his back, my nails ran over the rippling muscles and a deep moan rumbled as his back arched into the touch. So slowly, Eddie raised his head and when he looked back down his eyes were nearly black with want.
“So,” he said, his voice seemed to have dropped an octave, “Where should we start?”
A shiver skated down my body and I said barely above a whisper, “What-what do you mean?”
He tilted his head and a smirk danced over his lips. “Well, as I said before I feel like I must go through how you are so enchanting. I can start with how I can never get enough of that tempting little mouth of yours.” He moaned as he ghosted his finger over my lips. They parted and I tried to arch into that touch; but every time I moved closer, he pulled his finger a little bit further away.
“Eddie, please,” I begged.
He tutted and moved to straddle my hips to keep me from squirming too much. The irony that now would have been the perfect time for those handcuffs resounded in the back of my hazy, lust-filled mind. “Excuse me, Miss Harding, I’m trying to teach you a lesson.” He leaned closer, eyes blazing, “You’ll need to pay attention.”
“Now, where were we,” he mused, “Ah, yes.” His fingers trailed down the column of my neck in a slow torture. “Then I can go over how whenever your head tips back, I want to run my tongue down your neck.” Just as he finished his statement, I felt his hot tongue press to my overly sensitive skin of my neck. Then he nipped at my collar bone before he raised up to gaze into my eyes again.
His hot hands seared into my hips, under my shirt. His eyes never left mine and waited in silent question. I managed a single nod and his hands moved in a blazing trail up my sides, taking the shirt with it. My eyes fluttered in the sensations.
“I can also discuss how your waist just begs me to hold it every hour of every day. Whether it’s in a tender hold or in a desperate clutch of passion.” I moaned into his touch as he hands squeezed me. His hands stopped as they cupped the underside of my breasts and I squirmed; I wordlessly begged him to palm them.
He tutted into my ear. “We’re about to get to one of my favorite parts” I bit into my lip. If I could burst into flame, I would have in that moment. He chuckled darkly as if he could read my thoughts. “These stunning works of art need to be worshipped.” He traced his fingers along the underside of my heavy breasts and my breath came in pants.
“I could spend an entire afternoon either playing with them in my hands and fingers, or sucking your sensitive nipples until you’re a moaning mess.” I was nearly ready to scream when he flipped the cotton of my shirt over my breasts and the cold air hit them. A desperate moan escaped me as I flung back my head.
He’d barely touched me and I was approaching that delicious edge.
Eddie hummed as he took me in and began to roll my hardened nipples between his fingers. His mouth came down and took my right nipple, and his teeth scraped over the puckered bud. My body arched off the mattress.
His hand moved back down my side as he blew cold air against my breast. “But, while I love your breasts, our next topic is better than air, better than anything in the world.” His fingers slipped below the waistband of my shorts and were met with a pool of wetness; his eyes flashed to mine. “So wet, already, princess?” He tutted and my hips bucked up into him, as he still pinned me.
“Eddie, please,” I begged, “touch me.”
“Since you asked so nicely,” he purred. In a swift movement he removed my sleep shorts and underwear and I was bare before him. Eddie dipped and his mouth attached to me and I arched completely from the mattress. A desperate cry tore through me. His hands took hold of my hips and pressed them back down so that he could continue.
His tongue flicked against me as one of his hands slid from my hip to the inside of my thigh. Then, one of his fingers pressed into me and he hummed. The hum echoed through my entire being and I reached down to tangle my hand in his curls.
Just as he added a second finger, he looked up to me and said, “The most delicious taste…” Then he returned to his work. I felt the coil twisting in my core. My fingers tightened and he moaned into me again. Upon that moan the knot snapped and I went careening over the edge.
Stars burst behind my eyes and for a moment I felt completely weightless. It wasn’t until I felt Eddie gently kneading my thighs and hips that I returned to the present. I looked down to his waiting warm eyes. His lips and chin glistened. I stroked my hand from his hair to his cheek. “I love you,” I said breathlessly.
He rested his head against the inside of my leg and said, “I love you too.”
I guided him up to my lips. I tasted myself on his lips and it, surprisingly, made my heart flutter. I tilted my head and ran my tongue over the seam of his lips. His tongue met mine and he wove his hands into my hair as he lined his hips up to me. My arms clung to him, craving to be ever closer to him.
He pressed into me and I stuttered a gasp against his lips. Eddie moved inch by inch until he was seated fully inside me. He paused as I adjusted to his size. The entire time his hands moved over my hair, and caressed my cheeks, comfortingly.
He pressed his forehead to mine and asked, “Are you alright, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” I gasped. My eyes found his and I nodded my head in confirmation. “Yes, I’m ok.” I moved my hips against his to let him know that it was ok to continue.
His eyes screwed tight for a moment at my movement and his fists bunched in the sheets beside my head. Eddie pulled out, nearly completely, before he pushed back in and my eyes fluttered closed. His hand found my cheek and at the tender touch I forced my gaze to find his. “Stay with me.”
I gave a single nod and his hips began to pump faster and deeper. With all my might I kept my gaze locked with his as he pressed his forehead to mine and our breathless gasps shared the same space. My nails racked down his back, and in that moment, he pressed his lips to mine in a searing kiss that said more than our words ever could.
I felt something stronger than love, stronger than who we were in that moment. As his hands wove into my hair, I could have sworn, that my heart had stopped with the sheer passion that I felt from him, then restarted by his pure adoration. Time might as well have stopped still for us and the thread between us pulled taught.
One second, I was drifting between the pleasures that Eddie was giving me, and next I was falling like Icarus. I clutched Eddie to me as my body shook and with a final thrust, Eddie imbedded himself to the hilt and found his own release. His body shook over me and I opened my eyes just soon enough to see his face twisted into pure ecstasy.
I ran my hands over his cheeks as he pressed kisses to every available bit of skin he was able to reach on me. I felt myself saying something and I had to focus to realize that I was repeating his name, like a prayer.
He looked down to me and my heart skipped a beat. No longer did the earth hold my gravitational pull. No matter where I was it was always him. Even if we were in different worlds, it was always him. I realized that I would tear the world apart if I ever thought he was in danger or if anything happened to him.
Without moving from me, Eddie cupped my cheeks and whispered, “Penny for your thoughts?”
“You,” I said, “I’m only thinking about you.”
His face seemed to glow. His fingers brushed at my hair. “Don’t think too hard on that. Don’t want you to get nightmares,” he joked.
My heart tightened. He couldn’t bear to actually receive the compliment that he would rather joke about himself. “Never nightmares,” I whispered as I pulled his lips down to mine.
This kiss was gentle, soothing. It was a kiss that wasn’t meant to excite. Rather, it was a kiss that was meant to warm. I could have lived in that kiss for forever. But all too soon we pulled apart and Eddie, gently, moved to stand up and I clenched around the emptiness.
Eddie helped me up and began to look around my room for our clothes before he escorted me to the bathroom to get ready for bed again. When I came back into my bedroom, the bed was fixed from the disheveled mess it had turned into under our passion. Eddie was tucked under the blankets, bare chest on display as the blankets drooped at his hips, and his arm was tucked under his head.
“There she is,” he said. He held out a hand, beckoning me over. I crossed the room on still shaky legs until I crawled in beside him. Sleep was tugging heavily on me, especially after everything that we had done.
I curled up to Eddie and rested my head on his chest as my finger traced designs on his chest. “We have to get up so early,” I said absentmindedly.
Eddie chuckled and said, “Well, I guess you better get to sleep.” He booped my nose playfully.
I hummed sleepily and nuzzled into his warmth, “I was trying to when someone decided otherwise.”
Eddie hummed back and said, “I wonder who that could be?”
“Definitely some kind of crazy man.”
Eddie chuckled again, then wrapped his arms around me. “Go to sleep princess.” I nodded my head against him and before I could say anything more, sleep pulled me deep into unconsciousness.
I had cooked the turkey to the point that it was ready to remove the foil and crisp. The still covered bird sat in the back of Eddie’s van surrounded by the various pies and side dishes for the day. As we drove the ten minutes to Eddie’s the van filled with the smells of the food and we were both about ready to dig into the meal as we pulled into his makeshift parking spot.
We had loaded up our arms and took trips into the trailer as Wayne looked on with wide eyes. Once we were inside and the bird and dishes went into the oven to either heat up or finish cooking, we all found our seats in the Living Room.
Wayne sipped at his beer and said, “So, who’s idea was it for Beck to cook the whole meal?”
I looked between Eddie and Wayne. “Wait,” I leaned around Eddie, “did your nephew not tell you that I wanted to do this for you both?”
“He only told me that you wanted to cook what we were going to eat for the day.”
I shifted my gaze back to Eddie, brows raised, and if I was standing my hands would have been on my hips. Eddie held up his hands in surrender. “I told him what was happening. I didn’t realize I needed to go into detail.”
“Well, I’m sure, a little warning would have been appreciated,” I said.
Wayne chuckled and said, “Don’t worry, at least it’s a good surprise.” He looked to the corner of the room where the TV trays were propped up against the wall. “Besides, we have just enough trays for the three of us.”
The food was ready soon enough and we set everything up on the counter like a buffet. We all filled our plates and sat back down at our spots as we watched football. The television, mostly stayed on the Cowboys vs Cardinals game, but sometimes Wayne would flip to the Lions vs Jets game.
I didn’t much watch football but I loved watching Eddie interact with Wayne about a certain play. I was in the kitchen cleaning up and washing the dishes that we created when Wayne asked, “What’s your favorite team, kid-o?”
“To be honest, I don’t really have a team that I follow,” I rinsed off the dish in my hands, “But if I had to pick one, I’d say the New York Giants, just because that’s my dad’s team.”
Wayne nodded his head and took another swig from his beer. Eddie leaned closer and said, “He’s not saying anything because he’s upset that you’re not a Colts fan.”
“Now, you know that’s not true,” Wayne said without looking away from the television. I chuckled as I closed the dishwasher. “This young woman cooked us a wonderful meal and you’re trying to make me look bad.”
“Not at all, Mr. Munson,” I said as I came back around the counter and took up my spot beside Eddie, my legs tucked under me and my shoulder leaned against his arm. Eddie moved to wrap that arm around me and tuck me in closer. “Besides, I should be thanking you, again, for letting me join you two.”
“It’s our pleasure, sweet-pea,” my heart warmed at the term of endearment. I leaned into Eddie as Wayne continued, “You come over any time you want. This is the first year that I’m almost confident that Eddie will graduate.”
Eddie scoffed from beside me. I looked up from my drink and said, “Well, I sure hope he does.” I leaned into Eddie’s side and smiled up to him.
“It would only be because of you,” he said and placed a kiss on the top of my head.
I rolled my eyes and looked over to Wayne, “I’m sorry for the PDA. I’m sure you don’t want to see your nephew being all lovey-dovey.”
Wayne chuckled and said, “It’s fine. I’m just glad he has found someone.”
“You say that like you thought I would never find someone,” Eddie said as he clutched his chest as if he was wounded. I, once again, sat back and watched the verbal volley between Eddie and Wayne.
After a while, the trailer quieted down and only the sound of the football games filled the space. I nursed my glass of wine as I wanted to make a good impression on Wayne. My attention was pulled outside as I heard young voices yell.
I stood from my seat and peaked out the window. From across the way I saw three figures on bikes, waving their arms in the air, towards the trailer they were in front of. I knew those shouts. Eddie came up behind me and looked over my shoulder to see what I was looking at.
“What are they doing here,” he asked, also recognizing who the three people were.
“I was wondering the same thing,” I said and walked to the door. My hand rested on the doorknob as I turned to Wayne and said, “Please excuse me for one second.”
I was almost completely out the door when I heard Wayne say, “See, now son, that’s a polite young woman.”
I was still smiling when I made my way down the steps. I held up an air and called out, “Hey guys!” The three boys turned towards me with brows raised. “Happy Thanksgiving,” I said as I reached them.
“Happy Thanksgiving to you,” Lucas said with a smile.
“You over at Eddie’s,” Dustin asked.
I chuckled. I wasn’t sure if I would ever get used to how they all pick up on each other’s thoughts and seem to finish each other’s sentences. “Of course, I’m at Eddie’s. What are you doing here?”
Lucas pointed a thumb towards the trailer behind them, “We’re trying to see if Max wants to hang out.”
I gave an exaggerated nod of understanding. “Would you guys like some pie? It might be good bribery for Max too.” I smiled between each of them.
Dustin’s eyes lit up and he quickly responded, “Yes, please.”
I chuckled and waved them to follow me. “Come on, I’ll wrap some up for you.” We made our way back over to the Munson’s trailer. The three boys stood up on the porch as I went in. The storm door allowed for them to see in while the front door was left open. I stood at the counter and wrapped up the rest of the apple pie.
“Hi Eddie,” Dustin called as he waved his hand excitedly.
Eddie stood from the couch, I smirked at his slow and exaggerate moves. I wondered why he was trying to act all intimidating with kids that have seen him nerd out to D&D. Eddie sauntered over to the door and said, “Hello boys.” He leaned against the door frame. “What brings you over here.”
“We’re trying to see if Max wants to hang out,” Lucas said.
“Then Beck offered us pie,” Mike finished.
Eddie’s head whipped towards me, “You’re giving them the rest of the pie?”
I walked over with the wrapped apple pie and said, “Just the rest of the apple pie. We’re keeping the pumpkin pie, and the apple crisp is still at my house.”
The three boys were trying to peek inside as they breathed deeply. “What did you make, Beck? It smells so good,” Mike said.
“Thank you. I just made a small turkey, dinner rolls, asparagus, mashed potatoes, apple pie, and pumpkin pie,” I said as I opened the storm door and handed them the apple pie.
“You made all that,” Dustin asked.
I nodded as Eddie wrapped an arm over my shoulders, pulled me close, and said, “Yes, this amazing woman not only carries all your asses in D&D and all of her classwork, but she’s also an amazing cook.” Eddie looked down and asked, “Are you even real?”
I grinned up to him and said, “Why don’t you find out, handsome.”
“On that note,” Dustin interrupted loudly, “that seems like our cue to leave!”
I chuckled as I leaned into Eddie’s side, “Sorry guys. I forget how much you hate any sort of PDA.”
Lucas held up a hand and said, “Hey, not all forms of PDA.”
“Yeah,” Mike added, “we all have girlfriends.”
“Yeah,” Dustin agreed, “it’s just weird when you guys do it.”
Eddie raised a brow, then flew though the open door and took Dustin into his arms and began to wrestle with him.
“No! No! Not near the stairs,” I shouted at them and shoved the pie into Mike’s hands. Eddie and Dustin stopped and looked over to me. I pointed to the lawn and said, “If you want to wrestle, walk down the stairs and pick it up on the lawn.”
They continued to hold each other as they squeezed down the steps together. Once on the lawn, Eddie made the first move and tried to move Dustin around in the hold. Wayne came up to my side and watched the two go at it. “What in the hell…”
“You can say that again, Mr. Munson,” I said. I glanced over to him as I said, “This happens at least once a week.”
Wayne’s brows rose just slightly as he pulled out a cigarette, then got comfortable to watch the show from one of the porch chairs. I sat in the chair beside him and curled my legs up to my chest. Wayne leaned over just slightly and offered, “I can bring us out something warm to drink. I’m sure we have hot chocolate somewhere.”
I smiled over at him and said, “That’s alright. They usually don’t wrestle long.” As I spoke, Eddie maneuvered Dustin into a headlock, and even with Dustin’s hyper flexibility, he was unable to get out of Eddie’s hold.
Dustin started patting at Eddie’s side to give up. “I yield,” Dustin yelled.
Eddie paused, without releasing Dustin, and said, “You promise to never disrespect my lady?”
“Yes, I swear,” Dustin said.
Eddie paused and didn’t release him quite yet. Then, without warning let go of Dustin and backed up three shuffled steps. Eddie flashed a grin and said, “No one disrespects my lady.” Then he was sauntering up to me.
“Eddie,” I said exasperatedly, “They are young and were teasing.”
Eddie looked down to me and sent me a wink. “They need to respect their queen,” Eddie said as he remained in character. I laughed and stood up beside him.
I put on a mask of importance and, what I’d imagine would be, regal confidence. “Especially since I gave you pie,” I said, unable to hold back my grin.
After a minute of silence Eddie threw back his head and began to laugh. A stomach clutching type of laugh. The overcast light made Eddie’s dark curls glow like a halo around the outside of his hair and the inner parts were darker than night. His soft alabaster skin contrasted his curls and the dark clothing perfectly. He was so perfect that it made my chest hurt.
“Well,” Wayne groaned as he stood up from the chair, “I’d say this is my cue to head in.” Wayne pressed the cigarette out into the ash tray, then made his way inside.
I turned back to the boys and wrapped an arm around Eddie’s waist. Eddie’s arm wrapped around my shoulders and tucked me in tight to his side. “Alright,” Eddie said, “I should get Beck inside.” He looked down to me and tapped my cold, red nose. “If we’re outside any longer she’s going to start shivering and if that happens, she won’t be able to stop for hours.”
“Hey,” I protested and playfully hit Eddie’s chest.
“That’s alright,” Lucas said as he looked over across the road. We could see someone peeking out from behind the curtains. “We’re going to see Max, now, anyway.”
I smiled and waved them off. “It’s no problem,” I said and hugged myself closer to Eddie, “You guys have fun and we’ll see you on Monday.”
They all waved and said their goodbyes. Once they were walking up Max’s front steps I turned back to Eddie. He looked down at me with a smile, his face going from the leader of Hellfire to my sweet Eddie.
Eddie was mine. I could get used to that thought. I was the one that he stared at gently. Everyone else got the rough exterior, and maybe a glimpse of the gentle young man hidden beneath. But I got to see all of this. He gave me the privilege of seeing his true self every day. How did I get so lucky?
“What is it,” Eddie asked as he tapped my nose.
“Nothing,” I said and wrapped my other arm around his waist.
My teeth chattered thrice. “Oh no,” he said and quickly wrapped his other arm around my shoulders, hugging me to his chest. He guided me back inside and kicked the door shut behind us. Eddie rubbed his hands up and down my arms to try and help me get warm faster.
After a minute, I looked up to Eddie and said, “Eddie, I’m alright. You can stop.” My body rocked with each rub of my arms. He kept going. “Eddie,” I protested between laughter.
Eddie’s hands paused and he held me in front of him. He bent over, so his eyes were level with mine, a lopsided grin plastered to his face. “Warm yet,” he asked.
His umber eyes pierced mine and my breath caught. “Yes,” my voice coming out as a whisper, “Extremely.” The grin turned feral and his gaze dropped to my lips.
There was a cough from the recliner. We both looked over and Wayne held up a beer in salute, “Still here, kids.”
“Sorry Mr. Munson,” I said with a cringe. I turned back to Eddie and hissed in a whisper, “We need to behave in front of your uncle.” Eddie began to laugh and I, playfully, smacked his arm. “Eddie, I’m serious.”
He pulled me down the hall, just out of Wayne’s sight, and whispered, “She’s so fierce when her modesty is in jeopardy.” My heart beat sped up. It was as if Eddie could hear it. He tilted his head, “Nervous, princess?”
I glanced back to the living room then back to Eddie. “We have to behave,” I whispered.
Eddie’s hands found my waist and he turned me down the hall. He took a step toward me, and I began to let him guide me backwards down the hall. My confusion must have been plane on my face because his smirk remained and he whispered, “I sure hope you can keep quiet. How embarrassing would it be if poor Uncle Wayne hears you.”
I swallow thickly as we passed through the doorway into Eddie’s room. Eddie nudged the door closed and sat me down on his bed. Slowly, he went over to the stereo and put in a cassette. Music filled the room and he turned on his heels back towards me.
Heat coursed through me like a wave. My eyes shot to the stereo, then to the door. Eddie stood before me and pinched my chin; the action dragged my attention back up to him. His gaze was burning. “Where is your mind wandering off to,” he asked deeply. I glanced back to the door then to Eddie. “Stay with me.”
I nodded and took a deep breath.
“Good girl,” Eddie purred and his fingers wove into my hair, “Just stay with me.” He inched closer, he never took his gaze from mine. I could feel the buzz between my lips and his when finally, he kissed me.
My hands gripped his arms and I hummed into the kiss. In that kiss I could imagine that one day we would have our own place. A place where we could live, enjoy each other, love each other endlessly. In that kiss, there was warmth and home.
I moved my hands up his arms and slowly wrapped my arms around his neck. I pulled him towards me and I laid back on the mattress. Eddie moved his kisses down my jaw and neck. I panted in the heated space.
His calloused fingers skated up my sides under my shirt. “Such a good girl,” he whispered against my sensitive skin. I bent my knees and rested my feet on the edge of the mattress. Eddie rested in the space between my legs and hummed contentedly.
He brushed his nose up my neck and a shiver ran through my body. “Eddie,” I breathed.
“Sh,” he cooed. My heart was racing. “What do you want, princess,” Eddie whispered then nipped my earlobe.
A wanton moan escaped me and Eddie chuckled deeply. His chuckle vibrated through my body and made my core clench. Between pants I managed to whisper, “I – I want…”
Both our gazes shot to the door. “Ed,” Wayne’s voice called from the other side, “Just turn down the music a bit.”
Eddie grinned down to me then yelled, “You got it!” He hopped up, moved over to the stereo and turned it down. “Better,” Eddie called back.
“Thanks,” Wayne answered.
It was silent on the other side of the door, and Eddie turned back to me. He slowly made his way back towards me, that grin found its way back to his features. “Now, where were we,” he teased.
“Eddie wait,” I whispered.
He immediately stopped. The grin disappeared and his entire demeanor shifted.
“I - Um,” I said quietly and felt a blush creep to my cheeks. I looked down to try and hide behind my hair. When Eddie remained silent, I returned my gaze to him. A worried look had replaced the heated one. His shoulders were slumped and his fingers twitched at his side. “Hey,” I said and held out my hands to him.
Eddie slowly came closer and placed his hands in mine. “Did I do something wrong,” Eddie asked quietly.
“No,” I said and squeezed his hands gently. I pulled him closer and cupped my hand over his cheek. “I just – The music is gone and I just don’t want Wayne to hear me,” I said. Even though I felt a blush heat my face, I refused to look away. Why was I being so nervous? Eddie has seen me more than anyone ever has and never judged me. A small smile came to my face and I tilted my head as I said, “Notice how I said, hear me.”
A small grin pulled at Eddie’s lips. He sunk to his knees before me and leaned into my hand still on his cheek. He closed his eyes and kissed my palm. The action so intimate that my stomach flipped within me.
“God,” I whispered as I committed this moment to memory. His long, dark lashes that brushed his cheeks; his full lips that rested in an easy smile. “I love you, Eddie Munson,” I sighed.
His brows pinched just slightly and his one hand moved over mine to press it into his face, and the other squeeze my hand that still held his. His breathing turned heavy and when he opened his eyes they shimmered with tears. “I-,” his voice cracked.
He closed his eyes, a tear slipped down his cheek. As it slid down that flawless cheek, I extended my thumb and swiped it away.
Eddie sucked in a shaky breath and continued, “I love you. I don’t know what I did to deserve you coming into my life. I never want to screw it up.” His lip quivered. “I don’t want to lose you.”
I slid off the mattress so I kneeled with him on his old carpet. Our knees touched and I moved my arms to pull him into a tight embrace. Eddie’s arms circled me and held on tightly. I held his head to the center of my chest and pressed my lips to the top of his hair. I whispered soothingly into his curls with each kiss. “You’ll never lose me.”
If it was possible, his arms held me tighter while his shoulders shook slightly.
“Even if the world falls apart, I will always stand beside you,” I whispered, “I will always fight for you, and I will never leave you.” With my lips pressed back into his hair I said, “I will always love you.”
Eddie took in a shaky breath then looked up to me. Tears streaked his cheeks and I wiped each one away with my thumbs. I began to kiss his cheeks where the tears were until a weak chuckle left his lips. “I don’t deserve you,” he said quietly.
“Sure, you do,” kiss to his right cheek, “Besides, shouldn’t I be the one to decide who deserves me?” I kissed his left cheek. “And I think,” I moved his bangs out of the way and kissed his forehead, “you’re pretty damn worthy.” I kissed the tip of his nose, then sat back to look into his eyes.
“You think,” he asked as he placed his hands over mine that still cupped his face. I nodded as a playful grin teased my lips. He took my hands in his and removed them from his cheeks. He brought them to his mouth and began kissing my fingertips.
After a minute, he just rested his lips against the tops of my hands and closed his eyes. Slowly, I guided him up from the floor and we crawled into bed. I lied back and rested against the wall and positioned Eddie to lay his head on my lap. From his bedside table, I picked up his copy of The Fellowship of the Ring and opened to the first page.
“Chapter One: A Long-expected Party,” I read aloud, “When Mr. Bilbo Baggins of Bag End announced that he would shortly be celebrating his eleventy-first birthday with a party of special magnificence, there was much talk and excitement in Hobbiton.”
I held the book in one hand and the other combed through Eddie’s curls. As I read to him, I twirled his curls into perfect little ringlets, then brushed them all through and started again.
By the end of the second chapter Eddie was breathing heavy and had fallen asleep. I quietly closed the book and set it back down in its place. I continued to comb through his hair with one hand, while the other, I trailed my fingertips over his back.
The cassette had long run out and stopped, the sun set and the only light came from his lamp in the far corner of the room. I listened to Eddie’s slow, deep breaths and matched my soothing strokes to those breaths.
I wasn’t sure what took over, but softly I began to hum. As I hummed my own eyes grew heavier and heavier. Even when my eyes had shut and they refused to reopen, I continued to hum.
I was drawn awake and noticed that the room was dark and Eddie was crawling back into bed. My voice was thick with sleep when I said, “You ok?”
Eddie froze and in the moon light I saw his brows rise under his bangs. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, “I didn’t mean to wake you up.”
I hummed and nuzzled into the blankets that were wrapped around me. “It’s ok,” I mumbled, “Come cuddle me?”
A smile appeared on his face and Eddie tucked himself behind me. His arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me into him I hummed as his warmth enveloped me. He pressed his nose into my hair and his hot breath fanned my neck. “Go back to sleep, princess,” he whispered, “I love you.”
