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[When she went to Eddie Munson in the woods outside the school to try and get drugs off of him, it was her final attempt to try and stop what was happening to her. She hadn't been expecting to have quite the conversation they had, and maybe she went back home that day with a crush on him. It gets her thinking about the possibilities outside of Jason and the way he's with her because it feels like he wants to own her. When she slips into Eddie's van after the basketball game, she wonders if the butterflies in her stomach are caused by being aware of her new little crush, or if it's because she's about to do drugs for the first time.

Of course, as her luck has it, he's not actually able to get her anything. The chaos that's unfolded in Chrissy's mind finally comes full circle, and he returns to the living room with drugs in hand, only to see her floating. In her mind, Chrissy is facing down the monster that killed her. She's terrified, trapped in her own head. There's no escape, she realizes. And she thinks that this i it. This is how she's going to die.

She remembers calling out to Eddie before the lights flickered. Remembers calling out to him again right after they did. But as she screams for him again, it dawns on her that he's not able to hear her. The terror turns to pure panic as the monster finds her, advancing on her with words that are meant to be a reassurance. Don't be scared, he tells her. It will be over soon.

Tears stream down her face and all she can do is scream. She thinks of Eddie in the clearing in the woods, the way he had smiled and laughed. How he had literally forced himself to fall back off the picnic table just to make her laugh. In those final seconds, she wishes she had been brave enough to do something more than just smile and laugh. She wishes she had done one thing worth living for in her short life.

Out in reality, her eyes are whited over as her body trembles. Tears slip free from her eyes, but they're completely vacant. She's accepted her death, too afraid to do anything but shake and sob in fear.]

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[ Smiling hurts but Eddie can't help it, not when Chrissy Cunningham's giggling and beaming at him despite what feels like every force in the world fighting against them. She's in his arms and it's exactly where she wants to be, even if it's under the worst possible circumstances. ]

Yeah, you. You're unreal.

[ His face flushes under her cautious touch, and he can't stop staring at her. It's hard to even believe this is happening, after everything they've been through in the last day. Eddie's positive he's never been kissed like this before, so delicate over his lips and his face. He doesn't know what he did to deserve her, but he does know there's no giving up from here.

If they have to run, they'll run. For now, the world outside is quiet - he can hear no sound of sirens or even vehicles going by, just the soft sound of Chrissy's breathing as she turns to face away from him. Eddie's never been a cuddler, but he can make an exception if it's for her, so he carefully circles her with his arms. They really should rest while they can, and he really wants to believe they're safe for now. ]

I'm not going anywhere without you. Not without a fight. I promise.

[ Her yawning is contagious. Eddie settles in behind her and presses a kiss to the top of her head before closing his eyes. All he hopes for is that when he wakes, Chrissy's still there in his arms and their world is still quiet for a little longer. ]

[The world outside doesn't matter to her anymore. She's pleasantly doped up on strong pain meds, and she's got Eddie's arms around her. Nothing else even registers with her. Her eyes flutter closed as her hand moves to grab hold of his arm. Chrissy falls asleep quickly after, finally succumbing to the emotional exhaustion.

For the first time in weeks, she sleeps soundly. There's no nightmares, no monster trying to torment her. There's just blissful sleep, without any tossing and turning. She stirs a few times, rolling over in her sleep. At some point she winds up curled into him, her head using his shoulder as a pillow.

By the time she starts to slowly wake up, she has no idea what time it is. All she knows is that she's half laying on top of Eddie, her ear pressed against the steady thrum of his heartbeat. Her head lifts as she blinks, and she definitely takes notice that it's dark out. Not just dark, but advanced darkness. It's late. They slept for a while.

She's not pressed to get up though. It's hard to even want to move. Their legs are tangled together, much like the rest of their limbs. Her arm is flopped over his body, while one of his arms encircles her. Carefully shifting so his arm won't slip free, she takes a moment to look at him. His poor face is so bruised and more swollen now, and she wishes there was more they could do. Her touch to his face is feather light, not wanting to wake him. But she explores him slowly, her fingertips ghosting along his cheekbone and jawline until she's able to softly graze her thumb over his lips.]

Eddie... [She whispers, trying to gently wake him up.] I think it's really late. Are you hungry?

[Did they even bring any food with them? She isn't sure.]

[ Eddie doesn't dream, but he does wake up a handful of times throughout the day. First there's panic when he remembers they're in hiding, then he tries to stay awake to listen for sounds outside for a few minutes. Each time, he's lulled back to sleep by the slow rhythm of Chrissy's breathing. She seems so peaceful like this, unafraid. Eddie hopes that means no nightmares.

It's truly surreal, holding her against him while they sleep. They barely know each other, and yet it feels like they're the only ones who know each other. No matter what happens to them, he thinks he'll always remember the strange beauty of it.

When Eddie wakes again he's lying on his back, groggy and sore. He blinks slowly, pressing a kiss to Chrissy's thumb as his eyes adjust to the dim moonlight. Well - he's got one good eye and a sliver of another. They're both going to need more painkillers soon. ]

Mm... Did we really sleep all day?

[ Her question is what really shakes him from sleep. How could he be so stupid? They can't just hide in here forever without any food. Eddie sits up a little, running his free hand through his hair. ]

Shit. I didn't bring anything. We're gonna have to cross our fingers that ol' Reefer Rick left us somethin' behind.

[ He sighs. ]

I'm really sorry, Chrissy. I wasn't thinking. Did you at least sleep okay? Was there... anything in your dreams?

[He's so hard on himself, she realizes. Eddie has turned his life upside down to protect and take care of her, and he's criticizing himself because he hadn't grabbed something when they were in a rush. Her expression softens a little, thumb pressing against his lips a little more firmly. It's time for him to stop stressing out over little things right now.]

I didn't have any dreams at all. I felt safe, with you being that close.

[She pauses, her thumb slipping away so she can lean in to kiss him instead. They have to be more careful now, because she's pretty sure he has to be sore.]

And don't worry about food, okay? I'm used to being hungry. I'm more worried about you.

[Which is why she very reluctantly pulls herself off of him, stretching her arms up above her head. Somewhere in the middle of their sleeping, his way too big shirt has half fallen off of her. One shoulder is bare, the black fabric hanging down low on her arm. Chrissy doesn't move to pull it up, instead standing and shuffling her way along through Reefer Rick's place.

There's all kinds of cabinets and things for her to look through to try and find something.]

[ Eddie lets out a sigh of relief. At least there's that. Ever since they left the hospital he's been scared that he's not enough to keep her safe, and while he's still not convinced that'll last, at least she slept. A good, long, peaceful sleep.

He smiles into the kiss, but it doesn't last. Seeing her almost falling out of his t-shirt is one hell of a distraction, and he's gonna have to get a better look at her in the light - but surprisingly, that's not the main thing on his mind as he stands to follow her into the next room. ]

Uh - no no no. I don't care if you're used to being hungry, you have to eat something. We've been out here for a long time and you're gonna need energy to heal up.

[ People at school would gossip about Chrissy from time to time - about how rarely she ate lunch, or how shaky she was sometimes. It wasn't his business. So what if a cheerleader didn't want to eat? Sounded about par for the course to him at the time.

Knowing what he knows now - even just from the remarks Chrissy's made here and there about her mother - it's a little different. He sighs, leaning against the doorway to the small kitchen. ]

We'll find something to eat and then after I'll roll you that joint I promised you. Sound like a deal?

[Chrissy knows better than to take up space in a conversation about what she can or can't eat. She's been conditioned to shrink back and relent, whether it's her mom yelling at her to not eat something or Jason practically forcing fries down her throat because he wants to look like a cute couple sharing something together. When Eddie speaks up, she glances back over at him with wide eyes. And she gives a quick nod, though her unease melts away as he makes his deal with her.]

I'm holding you to that, [She lightly teases, glad that there's not an argument looming over them. The kitchen is too tiny for any anger or tension, and she finds herself humming Duran Duran as she crouches down to peek in the low cabinets. It's while she's enjoying her rendition of Hungry Like the Wolf that she spots something that makes her gasp out in surprise.]

Eddie, look!

[She pulls out a can of Spaghettios. Obviously it's not ideal, but it's something. And right now, she thinks he needs any little tiny sliver of hope he can hold onto. She's smiling in satisfaction as she tosses it over to him.]

There's a couple more cans. I think we'll be okay for a day or two.

Oh trust me, I need it just as much as you do. It'll happen.

[ It's taking a lot of restraint to find food first and smoke later. Eddie's opening through the higher cupboards, most of which only contain glassware and dishes. Still, it's not all bad. After all, Chrissy's humming to herself and as it turns out he's apparently okay with any song he doesn't like if it's coming from her. Sheesh. He's got it bad for her, huh?

She calls to him and Eddie snaps out of his trance. He's never been so happy to see a can of Spaghettios in his entire life and he's not even stoned yet. ]

Perfect. That's perfect. Here, uh... Lemme see if there's a can opener.

[ Eddie has to open a few drawers before he finally finds one, but then it's easy enough to put about half the can in a bowl for her. The other half he'll just eat out of the can. He finds the cutlery drawer and pulls out a couple of spoons, and voila. Dinner is served. ]

Well... Bon appetit. Maybe someday I can take you on a better dinner date.

[She's pretty sure the last time she was allowed to have anything like this, she was five. Actually, she can still kind of remember the way it tastes, just from the smell of it alone. He's given her a lot, far more than she'd allow herself to have. And she almost tells him to pass over the can so she can add more to his share. But she thinks that won't go over well with him.

So she smiles and takes the spoon from him, before leading the way back over to the bed so they can sit and eat comfortably. She takes small bites and cautious swallows, only managing to eat about half of what he's given her in the end. What's left is passed over to him, with a pathetic look on her face that says she doesn't want to eat anymore.]

You know, this is kind of like a dinner date.

[She breaks the silence and points out what may not be obvious to him. Chrissy doesn't need expensive meals or a night out on the town to make a moment feel special. All she really ever wants is to know the person with her cares about her. And Eddie wouldn't be here with her if he didn't care at least a little.]

You even made me dinner.

[Okay, he may not count opening a can of spaghettios and eating them cold as making dinner. But it's close enough that it counts. And she chooses to be optimistic about this whole thing. Now that the immediate concern of being discovered and Eddie being taken away feels less likely thanks to rest and the fact that it's quiet here at Rick's, Chrissy can relax enough to be hopeful.]

Well - the bad news is I can't cook, so this is about as good as it gets. But the good news is our second date can't possibly be worse.

[ Half a can of cold Spaghettios isn't a meal, but they need to make it last, so they have to be careful with how quickly they go through their little stash. Chrissy, however, doesn't even want to eat that much. Eddie could eat the whole thing and then some, and she seems keen to give it away - but he doesn't want to take it.

He shakes his head, nudges her leg with his knee. ]

Just leave it - you'll probably want more after you've smoked. Trust me.

[ Eddie scrapes the last of his share from the empty can and sets it and Chrissy's bowl aside, then gets up to grab the lunchbox he keeps his weed in so he can fulfill his promise to her. He sits cross-legged on the floor and lays everything out, cracking his knuckles before he gets to work. ]

You said you've never smoked before, right? Full disclosure - your lungs are not gonna be happy with you. You'll forget all about that part once it really hits, though.

[ He may or may not be trying to show off his joint-rolling skills, though he's not sure Chrissy has much point of comparison. ]

You, uh... Wanna pick a tape out and we can listen to it while we smoke?

[ Should they be making a lot of noise or drawing attention to the house? No. But nobody all the way out here's gonna hear a little Iron Maiden on Rick's shitty tape deck. ]

[She starts off by laying on her stomach in the bed, propping her elbows up on the bed and her chin in her hands. Her legs curl upward, kicking lightly as she watches him work. But he suggests her picking out a tape, and she finds herself surprisingly eager to do that. It's with a nod that she rolls over and slides out of bed, his shirt once again slipping down of her shoulders in the process.

His tapes are in his duffel, and she goes right to it to rifle through what's inside. Her fingers curl around a particular cassette, one that matches the shirt she's wearing. Iron Maiden is carefully put into the tape deck she finds, and she makes sure to rewind before pressing play. She makes a soft gasp as music that's definitely not the kind she normally listens to plays, and she finds herself tapping her feet to the beat. Which of course turns to her hips moving, until she winds up bobbing her head and dancing her way over to join him.

She sits on the floor, curling her legs in close to her chest. Her feet still tap and move in time to the music, but as she curls in around herself, chin resting on her knees, she watches him roll the joints with rapt attention. It doesn't take much for Eddie to impress her. She's so taken by him that anything he does is amazing to her.

But there's something about watching him use his fingers and hands right now that puts a flush on her cheeks and a smile on her face. Despite the broken arm and the fact she's in a shirt that's way too big on her, she actually looks content.]

How long have you been doing this?

[Rolling joints, she means. But she guesses he might take it to mean smoking or selling. She wouldn't mind hearing the answer to all of them.]

[ Admittedly, Eddie finds it very difficult to focus when Chrissy's around, especially in that stupid oversized shirt. The thing's been sitting in a drawer for months because he kept forgetting about it, and he's never been so thankful to have forgotten anything. It's perfect on her - the complete antithesis of what she'd normally wear, but she looks so relaxed and comfortable. And just because she's short doesn't mean her legs aren't incredible.

He smiles to himself and returns to his work until he hears the opening riffs to Invaders start to play through the speakers of the tape deck. Almost immediately, he starts to nod his head in time to the beat, looking up to watch Chrissy bounce and dance until she's back by his side. It's like every minute she needs to outdo herself and melt his heart just a little more. ]

Mm... Since I was fourteen or so? Started smoking a lot more when I started selling, n' that's been about two or three years.

[ Eddie lifts the joint so he can lick the edge of the rolling paper, glancing over at her for just a moment before focusing on the joint once more. Maybe he's trying to put ideas in her head, maybe he isn't. He seals it and pulls a pen out from the lunchbox to pack the end of it down a little, then holds it out in his hand with a flourish. ]

Ta da. Now if you're gonna take it with you somewhere, that's when you twist off the end, but we're stayin' put. You're not gonna have the same tolerance as me, so... We should probably start slow.

[ A small smile curls over his lips again. ]

Or I can shotgun it to you. Might be a little less harsh.

[Chrissy's never smoked before. She's generally pretty naive when it comes to anything related to drugs, apart from the fact that you can get high off of them and they can be expensive. So she watches Eddie with such great fascination, like it's a secret to something important. She guesses that because it's a part of what he likes and does, it is important to her. But oh, she catches his eye when he presses his tongue against the joint. And she blushes deeply, even as she has a smitten smile on her face.

There's a soft laugh as she lifts her head to meekly take the joint from his hand, so she can carefully look it over. It's really an artform, she thinks, to be able to roll something this well. The thought of actually smoking it is exciting to her, but she's afraid of coughing or making herself look like an idiot. It's while he's suggesting something she hasn't heard of before that she's in the middle of sniffing the joint, the smell both bitter and intriguing. She pauses in what she's doing, looking back up at him.

Whatever he's suggesting doesn't really matter to her. She wants to try it just because he's coming up with the idea. Chrissy hands the joint back over to him, nodding eagerly.]

Let's try it that way, then.

[She makes sure to say it like she knows what she's talking about. The last thing she wants is to look like the sheltered and naive girl she knows she is. Her innocence is something that Jason always valued about her. Chrissy is done staying sweet for the sake of the people around her. It's time to start living.]

Just...you'll tell me what to do, right?

[ Chrissy's looking at the joint like she's never seen one before in her life, and that very may well be true. It's not like he doesn't sell to the popular kids, far from it, but she's different - clearly sheltered by her overbearing mom and her psycho boyfriend, wide-eyed and excited. Eddie can't help but chuckle as she gives it a sniff, watching her expression.

He does feel a little bad. Corruption of the innocent, all that stuff - he'd hate to make her into a burnout like him, on his third shot at graduation because he doesn't give enough of a shit anymore. But she's also blushing and smiling at him and this whole thing started with her wanting to buy drugs off him, didn't it? At least she won't be alone during her first time.

Placing the joint between his lips, Eddie flicks open his lighter and offers her another smile. ]

Of course. It's easy. When I lean in, open your mouth and breathe in. Okay?

[ With a flick of his thumb, a flame comes to life, and Eddie leans in to light the end of the joint. The pungent smell only gets stronger, but he's more than used to it. He takes a deep pull from it then leans back to blow the smoke toward the ceiling, coughing a little.

Then, he takes another hit, only this time he leans forward to bring his lips to Chrissy's, gently exhaling smoke into her mouth.

This'll either be the hottest thing he's ever done or a complete and utter disaster. Fingers crossed. ]

[This is the most erotic thing she's ever gotten to be a part of. Chrissy's absolutely taken with the way his lips feel in close to hers, the contact not kissing but close enough that she's instantly left reeling. The way he takes such great care to exhale smoke into her mouth makes her weak in the knees. She has to reach out to gently grab hold of his arm with her good hand to steady herself.

Her lips are parted as he exhales, and she takes in the smoke he so sweetly offers her. Chrissy breathes it in, eyes fluttering closed as she basks in the feeling of it slowly becoming one with her. It's definitely not what she expected it to feel like, and by some miracle, she manages not to cough. There's not a burning sensation in her lungs though, as much as there is a general pleasant warmth and a weight that tells her she's breathed in something good.

As she slowly exhales, they share the same breath, smoke mingling between them. her eyes open, looking up at him. And though there's the temptation to smile, Chrissy calmly meets his eyes. She looks completely serene, even as she closes the minimal distance between them with a slow and tender kiss.]

Wow. [She breathes out the word as the kiss ends, her lips brushing against his as she speaks. That wow is for both the whole concept of shotgunning, as well as how good that kiss was.]

Can we do that again? Please?

[ Y'know what? Eddie isn't going to feel bad about doing this. Not when Chrissy's leaning into him so sweetly, taking hold of his arm. They've been through so much together, this is the least they deserve. A small piece of rest and relaxation while they can get it.

He's also wanted to kiss her again and again since she first initiated one before they went to sleep - which also just goes to show just how exhausted they'd both been. Even though he's pretty sure making out with her would be a stupid idea right now, considering how fucking busted his face is, when their eyes meet it's all he wants in the world. Chrissy closes the short gap between them to kiss him properly and Eddie can't help but smile against her mouth, just as sweet a rush as any drug on the market. ]

Yeah, wow. [ No sarcasm, for once. Not a shred. ] We abso-fuckin'-lutely can.

[ So Eddie takes another hit off the joint, a bigger one this time. This time when he exhales, the hand not holding it rests on her knee, circling it with his thumb. When he finally pulls away, he grins, his high already starting to hit - so hers must be intense. ]

How you feelin'? Metal?

[There's a soft cough as he pulls away, her eyes opening to look up at him once again. There's a glassy, almost distant look there. Something that's at peace and content with the world. Absolutely nothing else matters to her right now, except for his hand against her knee and the fact that he's close to her.]

The most metal, babe.

[She doesn't even realize that she's called him babe, the little pet name just slipping out of her as she speaks in a breathy, dreamy voice. Drugs apparently do Chrissy Cunningham some good, because she looks completely relaxed. It's the first time in years she doesn't feel any stress at all.]

I want to kiss you again too.

[Apparently high Chrissy is honest Chrissy, because she doesn't even blush as she calmly informs him that she wants to kiss him. She's leaning in to close the distance between them, the tip of her nose brushing softly against his. A hand goes up to the back of his head, guiding their foreheads to press together.]

Is that okay?

[ Babe?

Eddie's no blushing virgin, far from it, but the more soft and romantic stuff is far from his area of expertise. Girls in Hawkins don't like him, boys in Hawkins don't like boys, and Eddie figures he's going to get out of this dump as soon as he can anyway, so what's the point of getting tied down?

Chrissy, though. She's something else. And he's not even convinced they can make it out of this town alive, yet, so it feels pointless to worry about things like commitment. Right?

All he knows is the pet name makes his stomach flutter, grinning back at her with his face flushed. ]

Well - you really are the most metal babe I've ever met. So.

[ It's a relief to see her calm, almost as calm as she'd been while she was asleep. In his eyes, that's a huge win.

And she wants to kiss him more. How could he possibly say no to that? He gently nudges her nose with his, ignoring his sore face as much as he can. ]

Oh - way more than okay. You... You can kiss me as much as you want.

[ Eddie sighs as Chrissy's hand rests in his hair, leaning in to kiss her - still chaste, at first. His hand crawls up from her knee to rest on her thigh, giving her leg a squeeze. ]

You want more? [ He coughs. ] Weed, I mean.

[He's hurt, and it registers with her that kissing might be painful for him. So she probably shouldn't chase his lips for another kiss, but she does. She pulls him into another series of drawn out kisses as her fingers tangle in his hair, giving a little tug every now and then to tip his head exactly how she needs him to.

But he has asked her something, and it would be rude not to answer. So she eventually breaks away, softly panting as her chest rapidly rises and falls. Her eyes are half-lidded as she looks to him, smiling as her hand slips free from his hair to move around to press lightly against his cheek instead. Her other hand goes up, brushing dark curls out of his face. Chrissy's struck in that moment just how pretty he is.

He's attractive, she knows that. Of course she thinks he's handsome. Or hot, whatever words you'd usually use for a guy. But he's pretty too, even with a bruised and busted face.]

Nah.

[Her answer is soft, voice still a little high breathy.]

I just want you.

[Her hands slip down from his face, one going to press over his hand that's on her thigh. She guides his touch a little higher upward, causing the fabric of his shirt that she's wearing to bunch as she presses his fingers up beneath it. It's essentially the most forward she's ever been, but she's completely relaxed while she's doing it. There's no shame, no worry that she's going to embarrass herself with him.]

[ Eddie can't help the quiet groans that escape him whenever Chrissy tugs at his hair, guiding him exactly where she wants him. A definite perk of growing his hair long, though he never expected it from her.

She pulls back and Eddie's struck by how comfortable and confident she looks as she strokes his cheek, his hair. It's foolish, but in this moment he's positive he'd do anything she asked. She's stunning, even moreso while wearing his shirt and sharing a joint with him. If this were under any other circumstances, he's pretty sure this is the best possible way they could spend their time together. And even given the circumstances, this is far, far better than he expected today to go.

A shiver goes down his spine when she speaks, her voice soft as she urges his hand up her bare thigh. His breath hitches in his throat, completely entranced by her.

He gets it. Weed can make him ridiculously horny sometimes, and maybe that's the effect she gets, too. That doesn't necessarily make it a good idea. But... God, he wants her too. So badly it aches. ]

Hey, Chrissy? You're sure about this, right?

[ His thumb traces a circle against her thigh, her skin so soft it gives him goosebumps. The joint has been abandoned at the edge of an ashtray, the flame slowly burning out. ]

What I mean is - we've been through some shit. And - if this is the stress and the painkillers and the weed talking, I don't wanna... I don't know, take advantage of that.

[ God, Munson, you're such a fucking buzzkill, he thinks to himself. Way to sound like you're rejecting her. ]

I - really fucking want you. I wanna make you feel good. I just don't want you to do anything you'd regret. So - tell me, if you change your mind. Okay?

[ With that, Eddie cups her face with his hand, pulling her into another kiss. His fingertips tease the bottom hem of the boxers she'd borrowed from him, and he has to shift his hips as he feels himself throb. ]

Fuck, Chrissy...

[At first, she thinks he's trying to gently reject her. And she feels her heart start to break. Her eyes widen as her breath catches, but then he continues and she finds herself slowly exhaling. It's not hard to realize what he's worried about, and she finds herself smiling, even as she worries he thinks she might be using him.

The reality is that she hasn't been happy with Jason in a long time. She thinks Eddie is starting to realize the details of her relationship, and knows that she's afraid of Jason. Ending things with him won't be easy, but she can't bring herself to let him touch her ever again. Not after what he did to Eddie.

She knows that it's been fast, a whirlwind of emotions. But she knows that she cares about Eddie so much, she sees the real him beneath the satanist that everyone accuses him of being. And more than anything, especially because of what's going on, she wants to be with him.

So when he kisses her, she lets him control the intensity, mindful of his injuries. But when his fingers touch at the bottom of the boxers she's wearing, she gasps against his lips, shivering as anticipation floods her with warmth. Her legs shift, parting for him.

A moment later, she realizes they're still on the floor, and a perfectly good bed is right there. The kiss is broken with a soft laugh, and she pulls away to make eye contact with him.]

I really want to feel you, Eddie. There's not a chance that I could ever regret anything we do. Okay?

[She wants him to know that, and bites at her lip as she decides to pull his shirt off and over her head. It's tossed onto the floor behind her, leaving her completely topless and just in his boxers. As it turns out, the hospital confiscating her clothes has worked out in their favor.]

Is it okay if we move this to the bed though?

[ Eddie pauses when he hears her gasp, letting his touch linger. Chrissy's thighs part eagerly, and he feels himself flush again. Maybe he was wrong to assume she was as innocent as he first thought. But he likes being surprised by her, and when she pulls away again, Eddie's all smiles. He's not exactly difficult to convince, but before he can say anything Chrissy's tugging the Iron Maiden t-shirt over her head, revealing her bare chest to him. It takes a moment for him to gather himself, put words together. ]

Of - of course. I want you to feel comfy. [ He swallows. ] God, Chrissy, you look... Fucking incredible.

[ They move the short distance to the bed, Eddie pressing open-mouthed kisses down her neck and over her collarbone. His hands are cautious as they roam over her breasts, carefully listening for her reaction as his fingertips tease at her nipples. And he can tease her in other ways, too. Just gently. ]

So - quick question. Was it you who put those condoms and magazines in my bag?

[It's an interesting sensation, to be as relaxed as she is, but also feel her heart racing in response to his attention. Chrissy's chest rises faster and faster still as his mouth works her over, lips parted as she softly gasps for him. With Jason, she always had to be quiet. It was better to be seen and not heard. To be used and not appreciated. But with Eddie, even with as little as they've done, it's the exact opposite.

Her head is swimming, and she just barely presses her teeth down against her lower lip to hold in a whine of need as he teases at her nipples. He could pay attention to her breasts for hours and she'd be happy. And she almost tells him so, up until he teases her a little about putting something in his bag. That's enough to get her eyes to widen, and her cheeks almost turn purple with embarrassment. Ever so slowly, her hand that's curled up to press against the side of his head drops down, palm resting on the bed between them.

To her credit, she doesn't shy away from the question completely. She doesn't lie, doesn't try to change the subject. She just stares up at him before she nods in response.]

I...

[She has no idea what to say that doesn't sound even more embarrassing.]

I hoped maybe we'd have a reason to use them.

[The condoms, she means. The magazines are only there because he clearly enjoys them. She was trying to be thoughtful with those.]

God. Here I was so worried about getting you out of there that I had no idea.

[ Eddie exhales a chuckle against her skin, sucking the tiniest mark against her collarbone. The way she's reacting to his hands has him curious, so he ducks his head down to press a kiss to one of her nipples, following it with his tongue.

The magazines aren't going to see much use with Chrissy here. She's hotter than any fantasy, so sensitive and needy that it's making his head spin.

Eddie guides her downward to lie beneath him on the mattress, crawling over her after he peels out of his t-shirt. His knee rests between her thighs while he leans in to kiss her again, sighing into her mouth.

His fingertips trail down her torso until they run along the waistband of her boxers. He has to pause to swallow hard, heart pounding. ]

May I?

[At least he seems okay with the fact she literally shoved condoms in the emergency bag. That contents her, enough so that she's not as nervous as his mouth finds its way to her nipple. The contact makes her sharply gasp, her nipple easily coaxed to a sensitive peak with hardly any attention at all. She almost winds up pulling him back in to stay focused there, but when he guides her to lie back she obliges.

Her eyes are wide and nearly unfocused with arousal as he leans over her, and her lips part as readily as her legs do to make room for him between them. He sighs into her mouth, and she echoes the sound, hand curling against the back of his neck while she enjoys the feeling of his tongue exploring her mouth.

But nothing prepares her for the way he looks when he asks her if it's okay to keep going. She swears she can hear his heart pounding just as loud as her is in her own ears. Almost dumbstruck by how needy for him she is, all she can do at first is slowly nod in response.]

I want you to.

[She wants the boxers off, wants to be completely naked beneath him. His fingers curl in the waistband and he starts to work them off of her, and her breath hitches momentarily as her body is slowly revealed to him completely. Her legs shift and move, hips rising so he can get them off of her. And when they're discarded and she's left naked, there's a moment where she almost worries that maybe he won't like what he sees. Maybe she's too bony and thin, not curvy enough like the girls on the cover of his magazines.

She's stuck in the body she's starved herself in order to be small enough for her mother's love, and she gets that maybe he won't be into that. But she doesn't see disgust or concern when he looks at her. She just sees want that echoes her own. Chrissy leans up enough to steal a tender kiss, hands on his shoulders pulling him back down with her so they can take the time to enjoy it.

This way, she can feel his warm skin against hers, her small breasts pressing against his chest. The contact is enough to make her shiver, goosebumps rising up over her skin as her nipples harden to the point of acute sensitivity. It would be embarrassing how attuned her body is to him, except she's never experienced anything like this before and it's absolutely mesmerizing.

One of her hands slides down between them as they kiss again and again, her fingers gently curling around his cock. There's a soft murmur as she feels how hard he is already, and as her palm encircles him, she starts to slowly stroke. ]

Tell me what you want, Eddie. I want to take care of you.

You are just -- fucking incredible.

[ He's said it already, but he can't stop. Getting her naked beneath him is something Eddie never knew he needed this badly, but now that they're here, it feels like he's never wanted anything or anyone more in his life. More than anything, he wants Chrissy to enjoy it. Maybe there's just something petty in him that wants to be a better lay than Jason or whoever else she's been with. Or maybe Regardless - she deserves to get treated like a goddamn princess.

The feeling of Chrissy's skin against his makes him moan into her mouth again, and Eddie knows he needs to chase it with more. While she pulls him into kiss after kiss, he struggles his way out of his jeans and boxers, his cock bobbing between his legs. As soon as her hand wraps around him, he shivers, gasping as his hips roll forward. ]

Oh, fuck, Chrissy --

[ Biting down on his bottom lip, Eddie groans, feeling his cock strain within her grasp. He's already so hard it aches, and he doesn't know how long he'll be able to hold out with her touching him like this. So after a few more strokes, he kisses her before pulling back, eager to return the favor. His fingers trail down her abdomen until they dip between her thighs, and he can't help but gasp again at how wet she is, how warm. He teases her, moving his fingers back and forth to slick them before one carefully, slowly begins to press inside her. ]

You still looking for a reason to use those condoms? 'Cause - that's what I want.

[ He's breathless, his lips parted as he gazes down at her, watching her face as he sinks his finger inside her bit by bit. If it hurts, obviously he wants to know - but he wants to know if it feels good just as much. ]