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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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[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.]