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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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[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. ]

[She's surprised when he pulls back, eyes widening a little. But she realizes it's not because he doesn't enjoy the attention, not because he doesn't want her touching him. It's because he wants to touch her, something that she isn't used to a guy wanting to do. The fact that he starts slow by teasing her makes her actually whine, and she's embarrassed the second it slips free from her. It feels so good, but it's also not enough.

So of course his question earns a very determined nod of her head.]

God, yes. I want you so much. But I —

[She hesitates saying anything more, because as his finger sinks further into her she thinks it will be obvious that she hasn't had sex before. None of that really matters to her though, not when he has her softly gasping and nearly writhing. One of her hands tangles in her own hair, and her teeth briefly press over her lip as her hips rock and she rides against his hand.]

Eddie, please. It feels so good, but it's not enough. I need more.

[She's never been this aroused before, never wanted anyone the way she wants him. It's not just the drugs or the trauma they've been through, though she knows that's certainly bonded them together. She's wanted him from the second he made her smile out in the woods. And maybe she had developed a quick crush on him then, but everything they've gone through since then has only turned to genuine feelings on top of the attraction. Chrissy feels such a strong connection to him that she's desperate to be as close as possible.

Because if something winds up happening and they don't take advantage of this time they have together, she thinks it might absolutely destroy her.]

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[ Eddie exhales hard, completely entranced as he watches Chrissy roll her hips forward to meet the motion of his finger. She's lost in pleasure and it's impossible to resist giving her more, sliding a second finger inside her with a sigh. His cock is twitching, and it's taking all his patience to try and do this right. ]

You mean more than this?

[ Eddie lets out a breathless chuckle, working his fingers in and out of her. Chrissy's face is so expressive, and he wants to memorize the way she gasps and trembles below him. Something dawns on him, though, that gives him pause, keeping his hand still but not withdrawing. ]

Hey - you've done this before, right?

[ He hopes that it's a stupid question. Her and Jason have been dating for-ev-er, after all. ]

[It's not a stupid question. But it is something that makes Chrissy's eyes go wide as she feels him go still. All at once, she's filled with fear that he might pull away if she tells him the truth. But she can't lie to him, of course she can't. No matter how much she wants him to keep going.

She shifts against his fingers, softly whimpering as she tries to focus on answering him instead of wanting him to keep going.]

Jason's used his fingers before.

[Which is avoiding what she knows he's really asking, but it's so hard to come out and say it with the anxiety she's feeling at the thought of him withdrawing and telling her he doesn't want to keep going.]

But he wanted me to stay a virgin, so...

[She turns dark red, and brings both hands up to cover her face.]

I've only really ever made him get off with my mouth or hands. This is my first time where I've ever wanted more than that.

[And with his fingers still in her, she's so horny right now it's hard for her to think straight. But she's trying, wanting to reassure him completely.]

I really want to keep going, Eddie. With you. Please don't stop.

[Her hands have at least dropped away from her face, and she's reached up to twirl his hair around her index finger. The connection she feels with him is strong and real, and the whole concept of purity doesn't really matter to her when she's with him. She's thought it was stupid for a while now. But she can only hope that Eddie isn't going to insist that he pull back because she's inexperienced.]

Please?

[ Jason. Every time he hears that creep's name, Eddie wants to kick his ass. Not that he could - obviously Jason had proved that to him last night. Chrissy makes for one hell of a distraction from those aches and pains, though, so he'll do it all again if and when he has to if it means he can stay with her. That's something to worry about when it happens.

The point is, the very idea of Jason getting an opinion on Chrissy's virginity pisses him off.

Eddie's struggling to keep his fingers still when she's begging him to keep going, though, so he curls them upward until he feels Chrissy tense around them. There's no sense in telling her no when they want each other this badly, virgin or otherwise. ]

I'm not gonna stop unless you tell me to. Promise.

[ His fingers gently slip out of her so he can rip open one of the boxes of condoms she'd slipped into his bag, though he's much more careful when opening the condom packet itself. He rolls it on with a quiet sigh, stroking himself as he settles between her legs again.

His left hand settles on her thigh to brace himself, then he guides his cock toward her entrance but doesn't try to press inward just yet. Instead, he rubs the head of his cock against her - against her clit, against her hole, groaning. His thighs are trembling with anticipation, and he needs to feel her now. ]

Tell me what you want when you're ready for it.

[ As soon as Chrissy gives him the go-ahead, he'll carefully begin to sink inside her, gasping and letting his head fall back. ]

Oh fuck, Chrissy...

[Her gasp echoes his, Chrissy's hand curling around his arm just so she can hold onto him. It also serves to brace herself, of course, because the reality of having sex for the first time is different than what everyone builds it up to be. There's stretching, and there's no denying that there's some pain there too. But it can't be helped, not when she's so much smaller than he is.

As he slowly pushes in, her grip on his arm tightens as there's a pinprick of pain that's more pronounced, and her gasps become sharper and louder as her head falls back against the mattress. It's hard to know what she wants, when she's so focused on just experiencing the way he feels inside her. It's good though, the tight fit better than what his fingers offered her with as worked up as she is.

Her breath catches as she feels him bottom out within her, and her thumb works small circles against his arm to reassure him that she's fine. She's suddenly overcome with an overwhelming sense of adoration as she looks up at him. It's with a content sigh that her other hand curls against the back of his head, guiding him in for a tender kiss.

Her lips remain parted after the kiss comes to an end, and they share the same breath as his forehead touches against hers. Chrissy's convinced in that moment that she loves him, that there's no way she can feel this strongly for someone that she doesn't care for that much. But she also knows that lust is a powerful emotion, and that her arousal can be amplifying the way she feels. Still, she knows that the connection they share is strong, something powerful that sex only binds together stronger and amplifies.]

Please, Eddie... [She has no idea what she's begging for, but her voice still sounds wrecked as she pleads with him.] You can move now, okay? I want to feel you.

[Not that she already isn't feeling him, but she knows it's only going to get better now that he's given her the time to adjust.]

[ Eddie takes short, shallow breaths as he tries to do this as slowly and gently as he possibly can, his chest rising and falling as Chrissy clutches at his arm. He doesn't ever want to hurt her, but there's only so much he can do about that when it's her first time. She's so tight around him that it makes his thighs tremble, and the noise that he makes when he finally bottoms out is closer to a whimper than a moan. This isn't his first time with a virgin, but it's not something he does often. Besides - she's so small and so trusting and he's not sure he could ever forgive himself if this is a bad first experience for her.

She pulls him down into another kiss, which helps to ease Eddie's anxieties a little. Her voice is strained, wavering as she begs him to continue, and Eddie has to bite down on his bottom lip to try and keep some of his composure. ]

You're sure?

[ He's panting as he draws his hips back to ease out of her, only to slide forward again with another moan. Honestly, Eddie just hopes he can last long enough to make it worth Chrissy's while. He's not going to be satisfied with anything less than making her come for him, for her to lose control and give in to selfish pleasures. It takes a lot of self control to keep his pace steady, to not just thrust into her as hard or as fast as possible. ]

You feel so fucking good, Chrissy. You're doing so good.

[ His fingers slide down to toy with her swollen clit, marveling at how stiff it feels against his fingertips. Eddie wants to feel her tense around him, draw every last whine and moan out of her that he can. It might be the only chance he gets. ]

Tell me what feels best, okay?

[She's heard horror stories from girls at school. Just about everyone on the cheer squad has told her plenty. Fooling around with Jason left her wondering if anything related to sex was supposed to be good for her. The one time she questioned him about it, he had laughed and told her that it wasn't supposed to be for the girls. Girls were just happy pleasing their man. And she had foolishly just accepted that.

But this? This is something more than just good. It isn't just sex, she thinks. Though obviously the physical act is, there's a sense of heightened emotion, that tension that's mounted between them reaching an elevated headiness. Even if she doesn't know any better about how long this should last, it's amazing for her once her body starts to better adjust and she's left reeling with each thrust. Her fingernails dig into him as her hands try to find purchase against his back and his shoulders, and it doesn't take long for her to figure out that it's much better if she hikes her leg upward and legs it curl around him just slightly.

When that happens, it opens her a bit wider, allows for easier and deeper movement. And she actually cries out the first time he steadily drives himself back home within her, and her body rocks along with him. Of course, it helps that his hand is slowly working at her clit. It's so swollen and sensitive, any little touch or press of his finger is enough to make her feel like she might crawl out of her skin. It feels like so much pleasure all at once, that she isn't sure she'll be able to keep going. She does, of course, because she wants this with Eddie. She wants to make the both of them feel good. And right now, the warmth in her belly is building to something good.

Her thighs tremble with the force of it, and she brings her other leg up to wrap around him. Her heels dig into his back as she starts to figure out his rhythm and moves along with him as best as she can, gasping and whining for him as they work together to build a pace that works for them.]

A little faster, Eddie. [She asks him on the tail end of a whimper, her face contorted in pleasure as she feels her body screaming at her in need of release.] Please? Just a little more.

[She doesn't care if it's harder and faster, it doesn't really matter to her right now. His cock is throbbing inside her with every thrust, his fingers toying with her clit making her so incredibly sensitive and needy that she can't think straight. This is the single best experience of her entire life, and she can't believe she ever believed anyone that told her this was sinful or not what girls should want. Now that she's had a taste of what intimacy with someone you care about can feel like, she's not sure she'll ever be able to get enough.

Oh, she wishes she could be more vocal. Do more than just whine and whimper, gasp when things feel good. But she hopes he knows that every murmur and groan of his name is meant to encourage him, meant to show him how damn good this feels. He's so good to her, so gentle and sweet. As far as first times go, she's pretty convinced this is perfect. Even if the situation they're in is terrible, at least now they have this moment together to make some of it worthwhile.]

[ One of Chrissy's legs and then the other wrap around Eddie, and he sinks just the slightest bit deeper inside of her with a groan. She's absolutely perfect, and he can't get enough of the moans she makes, the way her face flushes and contorts. He feels like a pervert for thinking it, but God, Eddie wishes he didn't have to wear a condom for this, that he could feel exactly how wet she is for him with more than just his fingers. (Unfortunately, he doubts he'd have even lasted this long.)

She doesn't have to ask twice for him to go faster, his hips bucking forward again and again to meet her motions. He applies more pressure to her clit with his fingers, watching for her reaction. There's a delicate line between too much and just right, and Eddie's determined to get this perfect. Perfect for the perfect girl. ]

I wanna make you come, baby. [ His voice is wavering, strained. Truthfully, he's trying to hold back so he doesn't come before her. But she feels so good he's not sure he'll make it that much longer. ] Tell me what you need.

[He wants her to tell him what she needs? Chrissy whimpers, because that feels so overwhelming in the moment. All she can focus on is the way he's filling her and stretching her, and how her body is accommodating him perfectly. It all feels so good, particularly when he works his fingers against her clit. And she isn't sure what else there can be apart from this.

Still, her hand eventually slips down between them, guiding his touch against her clit until they find a rhythm that has her nearly seeing stars. She knows when they find it because she actually sharply cries out, and her toes curl as her heels dig against him. That's good. Good enough that the warmth in her belly escalates into an all out tingling fire.]

Just like that, okay? Don't stop.

[Her voice is strained with as tightly wound as she is, breathy and tense as she moves with him as best as she can. It isn't long before his name is falling from her over and over, getting louder as he brings her to the edge. Jason had always told her that girls don't get off, that it's not something she should want. But as her first orgasm washes over her and she's left clinging hold of him, fingernails dragging against his back, she realizes that he's lied to her for years.

This is the most absolute perfect moment of her life. Girls can come, and they're meant to do it just the same as the guy is. It feels amazing, an all consuming kind of sensation. It's electric, only amplified by the way she can feel her inner walls spasming around his cock as he continues to seek his own end. At the precipice of her climax, everything within her seems to short circuit. Thought is lost completely, and she's just left with a searing white flash of pure pleasure. It runs hot through her, leaving her trembling in its wake as she slowly starts to come down.

She's sensitive but blissed out as she lets her legs drop down from around him, feeling too boneless to keep them wrapped. They lay splayed wide open, her flexibility as a cheerleader put into display as she relaxes back against the bed. Her fingertips press against his cheek, and she guides his forehead down to press against hers so she can kiss him.]

I just need you. [She murmurs against his lips, gasping softly as her sensitive body seems to be even tighter around him now. With her every nerve ending alit, it's almost too much. But it's amazing, and she urges him to let go with sweet whispers and kisses.

This isn't just sex, as much as she thinks he might prefer for it to be just physical. The bond that they have is only amplified for her now. She feels so connected to him that it's hard to tell where she ends and he begins.]

[ Jesus fucking Christ. Every ache in his bones and bruise on his body that's led Eddie to this point has been worth every second of pain and suffering. Chrissy's the most incredible thing he's ever seen in his life, and he knows for the rest of his days he's going to remember the sight of her gasping and guiding his fingers over her throbbing clit.

There's a certain pride in knowing he's unlocked something, here. Not the virginity bullshit, screw that, but just making Chrissy completely lose control. She's always hiding herself, trying to make herself smaller. Quieter. But here, bucking her hips to meet his thrusts, her muscles tensing and spasming as she moans his name again and again, she's completely shameless. ]

Fuck, yes, Chrissy - just like that -

[ Eddie's gasping too, his own climax only growing closer and closer as Chrissy splays her thighs against the mattress. He grips them tight as she guides him into another kiss, unable to keep himself from panting against her soft lips.

His own thighs tense as his hips snap forward again and again, the rhythm he'd built with her quickly devolving as he shudders and groans. Eddie thrusts as deep as he can as he comes, his lips parted in an almost endless stream of moans.

When he's finally sated, Eddie carefully pulls out of Chrissy with a heaving sigh. He moves to get the condom off and disposed of as quickly as he can so he can return to her side, pulling her into a lingering kiss. ]

How're you doing? I didn't hurt you or anything?

[ Eddie smiles, then adjusts himself so he can pull Chrissy into his arms, still catching his breath. Her skin is so soft against his, and he can't help tracing circles over her back with his fingertips, pressing kisses to the top of her head. ]

[Of course he's worried about her. She thinks that maybe she shouldn't have said anything until after, but it felt like lying somehow if she wasn't completely up front with him. Besides, everyone's built up the whole virginity thing to be some big deal. Which her first time has ended up being a huge deal to her, but not because she waited for the right person. It was good, and she's left feeling completely boneless and content as they both catch their breath and let their bodies come down off their physical high.]

You didn't hurt me, Eddie.

[Her voice is soft and sweet as ever as she tries to reassure him, pressing gentle nips and kisses along his neck and collarbone. The fact that he's so worried that he might've hurt her makes her smile, because if she was going to buy into the whole virginity thing anymore, she only would because he's the perfect guy to have had sex with for the first time.

Thankfully, she doesn't vocalize that. She just makes a soft, happy sound that dies off in the back of her throat. And her hands lightly work their way up and down along his sides, until they settle against his hips.]

I feel great actually. Really great. You were so good. And um...

[Her head lifts, cheeks now dark red as she manages to somehow be embarrassed as she admits something out loud.]

I'd like to do that again sometime. Only if it was good for you too, I mean!

[Her fingers are tracing idle circles against his chest now, and she's quick to duck her head and press her face back up against him to breathe in his scent. Eddie doesn't need to see her shyness to know it's there. It's not like they have sex once and it's fucked out of her. In time it might, maybe. But it still lingers now, doubt about whether or not she was good enough clouding her high and bringing her back down to Earth.

She really wants to be perfect at everything she does. And it's stupid maybe, but she wants to be good for Eddie. Chrissy wants to make everything he's going through right now, all the fear and upset he's experienced? She desperately wants to be worth it for him.]

Good! That's really good.

[ Eddie can't stop smiling as Chrissy kisses his skin, and he's not sure he's ever felt so flustered after fucking someone. Maybe it's the disbelief that any of this is really happening, or that it's one of the least insane things going on in their lives at this exact moment.

Her fingertips trace his bare skin and he shivers, exhaling a chuckle as he watches her blush and duck her face down against his chest. How the hell was he supposed to do anything but fall for her?

Has he ever slept with anyone he really ended up catching feelings for? No. And given the circumstances, it's probably a bad idea. But - the heart wants what it wants.

Careful to mind her bad arm, Eddie pulls her in closer to kiss the top of her head again, wrapping his arms around her frame. ]

Chrissy, you were incredible. I mean it.

[ He'd never compare her to anyone else, and he also has no intentions of inferring how much he gets around (or who he gets around with), but this really is up there. Maybe it's all those pesky feelings. Eddie strokes her hair, practically melting into the mattress beneath her. Maybe they should finish that joint. ]

I'm really glad it was good for you. We can do that whenever you want. And uh - if there's anything you wanna try in particular... [ Now he's blushing. Really, Munson? ] Just, uh... let me know.

[She's blushing so hard, but still lifts her head to try and look up at him.]

Anything?

[The way she asks it already implies that there's plenty she's curious about and wants to try. And she's smart enough to know that they're not going to be able to do it right now. But it gives her a little hope to know they have something to look forward to if they can get through this mess of a situation they're in.

Her arm is broken and in a cast. His face is busted up. She knows her family and Jason are out looking for them, and the police have to be involved. There's a monster hot on her trail, one that's trying to kill her. But they have each other, and maybe that's all they really need to get by.]

I guess saying I want to try everything with you is too much?

[Laughing in embarrassment, she dips her head and buries her face against the curve of his neck. It's warm and she doesn't have to worry about him seeing her blushing. Despite everything, she's actually feeling genuinely relaxed and happy. And she doesn't want either feeling to end anytime soon.]

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