from the script, part 3; eddie munson
prompt: the preachers daughter decides to help eddie munson study shakespeare to take a glance into the life of a normal teenager. but when they become best friends, things become a tad more complicated
word count: 7.8k, authors note at the end :)
warning: smut (18+), religious themes, mentions of drowning, shame in regards to sex, let me know if i missed any :)
part one part two
Romeo and Juliet was the next assignment, oh the irony. You could even see the small smirk that etched Eddie’s lips as soon as it left Mrs. Cain’s mouth.
The night Eddie kissed you felt like a fever dream through your hungover fog. But the feeling was prominent, swearing your lips tingled for hours after. The car ride home from the hotel went smoothly, mainly just chatting and listening to his mixtapes from bands you had never heard of.
Finding yourself at Eddie’s trailer the night the assignment was announced was expected, there was only a week for this one versus the two weeks for Venus and Adonis. You figured that due to your growing comfort around each other, it would go easier than the initial script.
“So, the upcoming test is on Romeo and Juliet by Shakespeare from the 1590s, It’s about 2 rivaling families, I’m sure you’ve heard at least a bit.” You explained, sitting on his bed with legs crossed, your elbows resting against your denim clad legs. Eddie sat against the wall, legs straight out horizontally to you.
“I’ve heard of it. They meet, they fuck, they die. End of story.” He retaliated, crossing his arms against his chest with a puff of air exerting. You rolled your eyes, opening both of your books to the beginning.
Having read the first few scenes in class, you begin at Act One, Scene Four when Romeo arrives at the Capulet's feast. “If love be rough with you, be rough with love. Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down. Give me a case to put my visage in! A visor for a visor. What care I What curious eye doth cote deformities? Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me.”
“What was it with this dude and being so pent up all the time?” Eddie exclaimed, laughing a bit at the drawn out way to say these guys liked rough sex. The flush of blood still rose to your cheeks at his crass comments, though you are more accustomed now than when you first met.
“This is where Romeo and Juliet first meet, so I’ll play Juliet-” You started, pointing a finger at the scene change.
His quick remark halted you, standing up from the bed, “What if I want to be her!”
“Quiet, we need to keep going!”
You couldn’t help the smile that surfaced, ignoring him as you began reading, “Patience perforce with willful choler meeting. Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting. I will withdraw, but this intrusion shall Now seeming sweet, convert to bitterest gall.” The words were of Tybalt before Romeo approaches Juliet, leaving the boy across from you to respond.
Not sure why he felt nervous, he pushed through Romeo’s suggestive words, “If I profane with my unworthiest hand This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.” The scene continues as Juliet reassures Romeo that he is not beneath her as Eddie paced the room.
“O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do. They pray; grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.” He quoted, his dialect wavering into English at the prestigious words, you could feel his eyes on you.
Looking at him as he walked closer to you, “Saints do not move, though grant for prayers sake.” You stuttered the next line, his index finger bent and lifting your chin.
He leaned closer, “Then move not, while my prayers effect I take. Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged.” You couldn’t deny that the ancient text was alluring coming from him, but you pulled away with nerves.
“Then have my lips the sin that they have took.” You mumbled, feeling blood rush to your cheeks, but his finger found your chin again, a kind smile upon him.
“Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.” He cited the book, pressing his lips onto yours slowly. He felt your pointed breath of surprise, but engulfed in his affections.
He pulled away, lingering for a trice, your minty breath tickling his tongue. As you went to lean in again, he backed away, “I don’t think that’s in the script, sweetheart.” He condescended, as much as he wanted to kiss you for the rest of your time together, he just had to tease a bit.
You scoffed, crossing your arms, “Since when did you want to act it out?”
“Since you decided to be a little deviant!” He attested, lifting his hands in surrender as your mouth fell open.
“I am not!” You protested, crossing your arms as your thighs clenched, it was okay to lie sometimes. He pursed his lips and shook his head, coming back towards you.
Looking at his face, expecting some come back, you were only met with his hand on your thigh that inched closer to where you needed him. As your breath staggered, he sneered at you, already opening your legs subconsciously. He nudged his head down to make you look at your movement which caused you to immediately close them, hand suffocated between your thighs.
“So if I asked to eat you out again, you would say ‘Oh no! Never a preacher's daughter!’” He mocked, swiping his hair to the side and batting his lashes.
You nodded your head as he looked with amusement, he could tell you were being playful.
“Yeah, only because I want to do something else.” You lead on, his eyebrows rising to await your conclusion, “Can you teach me how to give you a blow job?”
You had heard kids at school talk about sexual acts, usually ignoring them to divert your attention to something else, but when you overheard two girls raving about being on their knees for their boyfriends in study hall, it intruded your thoughts. You liked the idea of pleasing Eddie, being good for him, obedient even.
When the words left your mouth, Eddie thought he was punched in the gut, losing any ounce of self respect in his body because he had felt like such a perv for imagining you that way. Innocently sitting in your bows, dresses or skirts, or form fitting jeans.
Of course his mind had trailed to more scandalous thoughts of you, especially after he had gotten a chance to taste you. Anytime he jerked it, he thought he could still hear your soft mewls and cries, getting frustrated as he tried to think of anything else. He tried stealing porno’s from a sex store, flipping through old dirty magazines, but nothing compared to just the thought of you.
“Are you sure?” He replied hesitantly, already feeling blood rush downwards. You bit your lip slightly, nodding as your hands cautiously went to his belt. He watched as you slowly undid it, unzipping him to his bulge prodding out.
You dragged down his jeans to his midthigh, looking at his tuft of hair above his naval. Fingers looped under his waistband, you pulled it down to reveal him, your mouth watering almost immediately.
“Oh my, you’re huge.” You whimpered, but he laughed boisterously, blushing at your meek disposition. He ran a hand through your hair before cupping the back of yours so you could look at him.
“Hate to break it to you, but I’m not full hard yet.” He winked, feeling yourself become more flustered mentally and sexually, the line was beginning to blur between the two.
“There’s more?” You whispered, another chuckle coming from him as he pulled your hands to stand as he laid down, upper back propped against the headboard. He motioned you towards him, you assumed to lay between his legs, but he dragged you up.
His mouth met yours again, much more intensely than the times previously, tasting the faint taste of weed against his tongue. He let you go as you slinked down, “Should I pull your pants all the way off?”
“I think it’s more comfortable that way, if that’s cool.” He responded as you yanked them down, leaving him nude from the waist down. Slightly intimidated, you laid on your stomach, lifting it between one hand to tentatively lick it.
He hissed, making you drop it and afraid you had done something wrong already. “Shit, no you’re good, I’m just, fuck-” You cut him off when your mouth covered his tip, sucking gently. While you had no idea what you were doing, besides eavesdropping on those girls, you tried seeing how he reacted to certain things.
To fit more of him in, you shoved him to the back of your throat, but it constricted and you choked. His eyes flew open and cupped your cheek to pull it up, “Be careful, don’t do that.”
“Sorry.” You sniffled, eyes watering, it was very erotic and you did feel how his abdomen clenched.
“You’re okay, just don’t want you to hurt yourself. Do whatever feels right.” He quipped, watching as your hand stroked lazily at his base. You were looking intently at his prick, biting your cheek in concentration. You leaned down to his balls, licking a stripe before sucking one, swapping to the other.
He gasped as you stroked quicker, eventually licking up the base of his length to the tip. You made another attempt to put him in your mouth, swallowing around him as he groaned, legs spreading even further.
“Fuck, you’re good at this already.” He hummed, your giggled vibrating around him, leading him to clench the blanket beneath you two. Without much thought, you took his hands on each side and put them on your head, hands going back to his waist to keep steady.
“Want me to guide you?” He questioned, you let out a breathy acknowledgement as he combed his hands through. He started by just rocking your hair back and forth, agonizingly slow in fear of going too rough. When he looked down, you were staring at him with glossy eyes. “Tap my hip if you can’t answer, but want to stop, okay?”
You conducted the motion for approval as he nodded, pulling you further down onto him. His tip pressed the back of your throat as you whimpered, opening up your mouth even more. You hated how much you enjoyed this, letting him use you for his own pleasure.
You grew more wet as his grip tightened on your hair, pulling you down gently to the base as you took him fully. You whimpered, sending a shutter down his body at the sensation.
“Good girl.” He praised, “Do you like sucking my dick?” Letting you come up for air, you affirmed, still stroking him and twisting your wrist. It was becoming harder to contain himself as you continued, mouth meeting his length once again and going about halfway.
“M’gonna come,” He panted, “Where do you want it? Hand, mouth, or?” You didn’t need to answer because your mouth just went down, bobbing your head up and down while your hand took care of what couldn’t be taken in. He whined as his hands held your smooth locks, resisting the urge to thrust forward in your throat.
With a final constriction in your mouth, he came, the taste making your eyes roll back in pleasure. While it wasn’t the best flavor in the world, the pure bliss brought by it made it devine. You continued the motions until he lifted you up, yanking up his boxers before pulling your face to his as he kissed you again.
“C’mere.” He gruffed, spinning you to sit on his lap, back pressed to his chest. Undoing the button on your jeans, he shoved his hand into your panties. His fingers glided through your wetness, completely soaked.
Your hands gripped his thighs as he let his middle finger in, clenching around him instantly. Kisses pressed the side of your head, his small stubble tickling your cheeks.
“What were you thinking about when you were sucking my dick?” He muttered against your ear, removing his finger to begin rubbing your clit.
“You.” Was all that would come up, too focused on his pressure below.
“Well I’d hope so,” He grinned, “What about me?”
What he received was you moaning his name which almost made him hard all over again. But he wanted to pick at your mind, what did the innocent preacher’s daughter think about when her mouth was stuffed?
His movement stopped to your dismay, smacking your cunt gently and retracting them from your fabric. The broken look you gave him made him want to drop everything and live with his hands shoved inside of you.
“Let’s take these off.” He instructed, helping you pull down your jeans and underwear. You looked at the ground until his hands double tasked, one back at the original objective and the other pressing your cheek against his shoulder so you were forced to look at him.
He gave a cheeky smile, he sadistically loved watching you get embarrassed, knowing that all he was doing to warrant this was making you feel good. You noticed he was still awaiting your answer.
“I thought about you touching me here” You answered, gasping when his finger went into your pussy, maintaining the rhythm on your clit with his palm. You realized then how large his hands really were, practically swallowing you whole.
“This feels good.” You mused, your hot breath fanning his neck. He slipped another digit inside, mewling at the pleasant stretch.
He could’ve egged you on for more information to your dirty fantasies, but he noticed himself recovering from his own finish faster than normal, probably because he usually resorted to photos of adult film stars, not a real life girl in his lap.
Taking the liberty of speeding up, he felt you begin to unravel, just approaching an orgasm. He moved his other hand that was on your cheek to your clit, giving you more stimulation. You began to shake like a leaf, throwing your head back and your mouth hung open.
“Eddie, please.” You mumbled, his arms pulling you in closer to his chest as continued his tirade. He felt as you constricted, crying out as you finished around his fingers in a slick mess. He let you ride it out as long as he could until you started to squirm.
He put one hand on your stomach to keep you steady, rubbing there comfortingly while bringing his fingers that had been inside you to his mouth.
“Fuck, you taste so good.” He mentioned absentmindedly, turning to kiss your jaw. He lifted you off him to help you get your undergarments back on, then your form fitting jeans that made him bite his lip.
“That was fun.” You laid down next to him, cheeks still red from your shared climaxes with shallow breathing.
“I don’t think they do that in Romeo and Juliet though.” He teased, enjoying how every joke he said was funny to you, getting to hear your sweet laugh.
“I guess we could still die at the end if you really want to?” You snickered, playing with his guitar pick necklace that was warm against his skin.
“Nope, no dying on my watch, giggles.” You rolled your eyes at the nickname he had given you during your drunken escapades. You both laid in silence, letting you continue to fiddle with his necklaces until you felt teeth on your shoulder.
“Ow, Eddie!” You pushed his shoulder as he grinned, biting onto your arm again. “You’re such a weirdo, stop!”
While he had been called that name many times before, it took a whole new meaning when he knew you loved that about him. It was affectionate and endearing, not derogatory. The way you kissed him after the word left your lips had him laughing as well. He wished you two could just live in his room forever, away from the judgment of everyone else, just letting him playfully bite your arm.
—-
If Eddie thought eating you out had an affect on him, letting you suck his dick was like he got slapped in the face.
The mental image of you laid between his legs entered his mind multiple times a day, usually just trying to focus on other things, but it led to a lot of jerking off. He didn’t think he could ask that from you, even though he knew you liked it. You were just his tutor, when the play assignments ended, more than likely you would stop. You guys weren’t dating, but sometimes he wished you guys were.
You could feel Eddie’s eyes on you in the school cafeteria, giving him a small wave that he returned, chewing gum in a way that made you want to freak out. It seemed like he could just breathe and you were ready to pounce.
You sat down next to your church friends Monica, Francine, and Tina. You had been friends since diapers, their parents playing an active role in the church, meaning you spent almost every moment with them at school, worship, and activities.
“Hello?” Monica, waved dramatically to get you out of your gaze at your barely eaten lunch. You took a bite and looked up to see the rest of your friends looking at you as well.
“What’s up?” Swallowing some of your mom's leftover lasagna, bringing a napkin to wipe at your mouth. Monica rolled her eyes across from you as Francine beside you bumped your arm.
“What’s the deal with you? You’ve been super distant, zoning out all the time.” Francine sneered, giving a strange look as you fiddled more with your food.
You shrugged, “Just tired, I suppose.”
Tina looked at Monica who sat beside her, a giddy look coming on, “We heard about your date with Gregory Marsh, it’s him, isn’t it?” Maries manicured nails tapped against the plastic tables, all eyes on you as you took a sip of a drink. Anything to get you out of talking was going to be utilized as much as possible.
“He’s nice.” Which was true, Gregory Marsh was a nice guy, and he was the type of guy your friends would want. If they even knew you went to Eddie’s house alone, they would lose their minds.
“And nice looking.” Francine wiggled her brows, “How was the date?”
That date wasn’t filled with memories of a Hawkins golden boy, no, it was quite literally the opposite. Eddie Munson pulling you into a small bathroom and fingering you for a brief moment before things went haywire.
“Fine.”
They all stopped eating and looked at you blankly, awaiting any more details that would satisfy their need to gossip. While they claimed their discussions of other people’s personal lives were motivated by concern, you knew they liked a juicy story.
“Okay,” Monica dragged out, “What have you been doing then?”
“Church, school, tutoring. The usual stuff.” You attempted to keep as calm as possible, you were an awful liar so if they got too nosey, you could be a goner.
“Who are you tutoring? Someone in elementary or middle school?” Tina inquired, taking a bite of her turkey sandwich, but you shook your head.
“No, someone in our grade.” You clarified, finishing your lunch and cursing that you had nothing else to hide behind.
Monica looked around the cafeteria, “No way! Who is it? Are they failing?”
You chuckled, “Not anymore.”
As her eyes searched the dining room, she racked her brain trying to figure who it was, but noticed a certain boy looking in your direction before going back to his intense conversation.
“Hold up. No, no, no.” Monica huffed, fingers coming up to rub her temples, Francine and Tina leaning in closer. Your blood ran cold, you didn’t like people talking negatively about Eddie, even if it seemed like a norm in the halls.
“Please tell me you are not tutoring Eddie Munson.” Her voice was chilling as she gritted the words, the other girls' mouths gaping as they glanced over at him.
“I am.” You confirmed, taking a sip of water to combat your nerves drying your throat, “And he’s doing well, should graduate this year.” Your leg bounced beneath the table as the girls had varying displays of confusion.
“He worships the devil! What's wrong with you?” Francine lectured, keeping her voice low as you looked over sharply.
“Firstly, he doesn’t worship the devil. Secondly, I was asked to by Mrs. Cain. Plus isn’t it good to befriend people different from us!” They were still unsatisfied with your response, looking startled that you would even be in his presence.
Tina scoffed, “You’re ridiculous, what did your dad say?” Your face dropped at her question, your dad was aware you were tutoring someone, but he didn’t ask many details. Like their gender, name, or if they had any past of being the target of public scrutiny.
“He doesn’t know, does he?” Francine gasped, her palm covering her mouth as your anxiety grew. You wanted to crawl into a hole, they could easily take the only positive friend in your life away from you and feel no guilt.
“Sweetheart, we have to tell him. What if Eddie does something-” Monica began, but your hands slapped on the table quickly, making an abrupt noise that was covered by the murmurs of fellow students.
“You don’t have to do anything and he wouldn’t hurt me. If you’re worried about it, talk to me, not my dad.” You maintained their stares as Tina shook her head, raising her arms, looking at you in disgust.
Francine put a hand on your back, “You know it’s wrong, going to a boys house alone like that. You shouldn’t be doing that, it’s not okay.” Tears lined your eyes at their beratement, opening your mouth with nothing coming forward.
Tina’s hand touched yours, giving you a sympathetic smile, “It’s okay, you were just tempted, we’ll get you back on track. I’m sure Gregory would be happy to take up your spare time.” Her words of comfort felt like thorns pricking your skin, the ashamed feeling that always lingered in your happiness was crawling back.
“He needs my help to graduate, it’s not sinful to help people.” You sighed, toying with the thread coming loose at the bottom of your yellow blouse. Their judgment stung through you, feeling like bricks at your feet because you knew no matter what you told them, they wouldn’t listen.
“You’re right,” Monica began making you look up at her strange demeanor, “It’s not a sin to help people, but it’s a sin to lie. You didn’t tell anyone you were doing that.” Her words were calm, like she had rehearsed it in her head for weeks.
“Not telling someone and lying are very different things.” You breathed, feeling your lunch start to resurface in your upper belly. But they just tossed you a disgusted look, it was eating you alive.
You stood suddenly, speed walking out the cafeteria, avoiding the looks of kids as tears fell from your eyes. Those girls knew the ‘you’ that they approved of, you felt so lost within yourself, you hated that Eddie made everything clear. You didn’t feel anything, but comfort with him. Your mind was jumbled as you walked out the side doors, sitting in the grass against the wall.
Chest feeling heavy, you placed a hand over your heart to feel it bumping feverishly, fighting off the urge to throw up. You felt ridiculous. Crying over a guy who wasn’t your boyfriend, crying over your friends who should be looking out for you, but you cried harder knowing you were trapped.
Your breath quickened, anxiety brewing as you began to cough, body practically shaking. It felt like you were dying, that you could just lay down and melt into the grass beneath you. The worst feeling was knowing the girls hadn’t followed you, even though you’d rather them not, but they ridiculed you and offered no support.
You recalled the taste of vodka on your lips at that bar, melting away into bliss drunkenness. You didn’t even care about waking up to throwing up your brains, you wished you were moving with the beat of a song you didn’t know the name to, a complete stranger to everyone.
—---
You were on edge as the day progressed, not being able to find any form of relaxation in your mind as your friends' voices rang in your ear, their threats of telling your father, and how you were being tempted.
Even as you sat on Eddie’s floor, too humiliated to sit on his bed, you couldn’t reach a sense of peace. His jokes were met with stifled laughs, mostly sticking to reading the text and not deferring into the territory of casual chatting. He knew something was wrong, but he hesitating asking.
When you had read through your scenes for the day, there was no hinting at underlying emotions, just century old texts that meant nothing. The feelings were eating you alive that he had to often snap you from your gaze to pick up where you had left off.
“Eddie, you’re doing really well now, so this is my last session.” You stammered, standing up as he looked shocked. He could tell you were lying, you were awful at it, even though he had been doing better, he needed your help.
“What's going on?” He cut the bullshit, crossing his arms and looked at you expectantly. You felt your chest tighten like it did at lunch, your knees feeling weak as your head clouded. You took a deep inhale, focusing on the feeling of your toes in your shoes. He softened at your state, approaching you cautiously and pulling you into a hug.
He didn’t know how badly you needed it.
“You’re doing good now-” You pulled away, about to grab your bag till he snatched it, holding it behind his back. He didn’t need to say anything, he just raised his brows and looked at you.
“My church friends are telling my dad I’ve been helping you, they said what I’m doing is sinful, being at a boys house unsupervised. That I’ve been lying, when I didn’t even lie!” You stammered, flailing your arms dramatically as his face fell.
He slowly nodded, putting the bag down, and clasping his hands in front of him. Huffing as he sat on the edge of the bed, a sarcastic smirk on his face as he fought off the emotions bubbling. This was all it was supposed to be, just studying so he could finally graduate, he shouldn’t have gotten so involved.
All thoughts halted when you stood between his knees, cupping his face to look into his soft brown eyes as his hands automatically went to your waist. Pressing your lips against his, you pour out every word that couldn’t be spoken in these moments, intensity and affection interlocked with each glide of his tongue against your inner skin.
His palm pushed against your lower back, urging you to sit on his lap, which you obliged. Your jeans tightened at the angle as you straddle him, moving your arms to rest at his shoulders. He broke away to trail down your neck, softly kissing your warm skin with a hum.
“Eddie,” You whispered, absorbing every part of him in contact with you, not knowing if you’d ever be able to feel him again. You laced your hands in his hair, tugging gently when he reached a sensitive place on your neck. “I want you.”
The words fell from your lips so easily that it almost didn’t register with Eddie, but as it settled, he pulled away to look at you. You smiled nervously, shoving your face into his shoulder as he chuckled, leaning his own face against yours to kiss your cheek.
“I’m ready if you are, Miss Rocky.” He teased, your hand smacking his opposing shoulder, accidentally making him fall flat on his back. He was quick to roll you over, now underneath him and looking up with wonder.
He tore off his shirt to you ogling his tattoos as if you hadn’t seen them before, tracing them with your index finger. His hands reached for your blouse, allowing him to bring it upwards to get a view of your bra. It was a pale pink with a small bow in the middle, so innocent that it drove him crazy, unclasping it swiftly.
Before the straps fell, he looked up, “Tell me if you change your mind?” You agreed, pulling the bra down himself as he wasted no time to cup them. Gasping when his cool rings met the swell of your breast, his mouth taking in the other nipple, swirling around it with a groan.
“I’ve wanted to see this for so long.” He peered through his frizzy bangs, giving your chest another squeeze. He managed to shimmy off his own pants before working on yours, undoing the buckle. Your panties matched your bra perfectly, down to the color and the detailing.
“What? All this for little ole me?” He jested, fluttering his eyelashes as you giggled, kicking off your jeans to the floor. He kissed you again, resting his waist against yours with your legs wrapping around him.
“You’re so pretty, you know that?” He mused, nibbling on your jaw as you became flustered, turning your head to kiss him again before taking your turn at his jaw.
Between your legs, you had already begun aching, even more so when you felt him take the remaining fabric from your body, being completely bare underneath him. You had been riddled with uneasiness thinking about this moment, being naked in someone else's arms, but there was truly no one you’d rather it be than Eddie.
He reached over your shoulder to his bedside drawer, a shiny foil square between his index and middle finger. Removing his boxers, you licked your lips at the sight of him before you, rolling the condom onto him with a few strokes.
“There’s one thing we need to take care of first though.” He mumbled as you furrowed your brows. He held your hand in his, fiddling with the silver band on your ring finger. The purity ring given to you on your 13th birthday, you only took it off when showering or swimming. Sometimes you forgot you even wore it.
The action was beyond erotic, Eddie putting your finger in his mouth, teeth firmly securing the ring. Your ring sparkled between his white teeth, you opened your mouth to scold him, worried he’d choke. But he dropped it into his hand, winking as he placed it on top of the condom wrapper on his table.
He kissed you once more, the faintest taste of metal on his tongue when you felt his tip glide against your pucker hole. Startled, you flinched, but relaxed as his finger found your clit.
“Wanna make sure you're warmed up for me.” He mustered, feeling your wetness to bring to your bundle of nerves. You moaned, looking as he hovered above you, his hand soon went to the base of his dick.
He slowly sank into your warmth, pausing when you cried at the intrusion. You felt stretched and he wasn’t even fully inside you.
“Try to relax for me, it’ll help.” He coaxed, feeling you calm with a steady breath, allowing him to go further. He paused at the feeling of you around him, moaning unabashedly at the warmth of your skin.
You squirmed as he adjusted again before settling completely inside you, the gentle sob met with his reassurance.
He rocked back and forth cautiously, biting his lip at the tightness. You couldn’t help the tears filling your eyes, this was likely the last time you’d be with him, you had to make the most of it.
Without much thought, you brought his lips to yours, crushing them together chastely. His forearm helped balance him as he went to cup your cheek, further exploring your mouth as his hips quickened.
He backed away when he noticed your tears, not going too far as you wrapped your arms around him. Before he could ask if you were comfortable, you let your fingers stroke his cheek.
“I’m gonna miss you so much, Eds.” You whispered with a mewl as he hit your deepest center, he shook his head.
“We’re gonna figure it out, sweetheart.” He assured, but they both knew deep down their time was running out. There was too much pressure surrounding them, from your family to his reputation. That didn’t matter now, just the fact you were here together did.
Your back arched when his thumb rubbed your clit, pert nipples hitting his chest. While pleasure was running through your veins, the ache of his size still lingered with each movement.
He could sense your slight discomfort, trying to move your legs up to your chest to make you more comfortable. Whines filled the air when his knees went beside your sides, giving him more leverage.
Resting his forehead against yours, both chests heaving against one another, you looked into each other’s eyes. The nagging shyness that usually overtook you had vanished as you moaned into each other’s mouths, locked on the other's gaze.
“You’re doing so good, I’m so proud of you.” He gasped, feeling you squeeze as you approached your orgasm. Body shaking, you began to stutter his name and grab onto him.
“I love you.” You whimpered, watching as he gulped and eyes glossed over.
“I love you too.” He mumbled, smiling down as you nodded. The smiles were a mix of joy and sadness, a contradiction of emotions that made perfect sense with one another. You wanted to absorb him into your skin, that still wouldn’t be close enough.
Once you became more adjusted, the pace increased with your climax upon the horizon. There was so much passion between the two bodies that there was no hurry, just pure desire.
“You’re so pretty.” You choked on your own breath, making him laugh and kiss your head. He mumbled something about you being a nerd under his breath, giving his curly mane a firm tug.
“Jokes on you, I think that’s hot, weirdo.” He retorted to the action, causing you to throw your arms up. The playfulness was sliced with another precise movement, his naval rubbing against your clit as he went fully inside you.
His lips wandered your face and throat, careful to not leave hickies, but still sucking gently. The release was teetering on the edge of your stomach, gasping as he thrusted himself once more.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” He mumbled, his hips stuttering shortly after from his own release into the plastic. He quickly rolled over to pull you on top of him, rubbing your back soothingly as you regain focus.
Neither of you wanted to leave this spot, going back to reality seemed pointless, but you had to leave. The sun was about to set, the sky turning a beautiful orange and pink hue.
Standing to dress yourself, Eddie did the same, but let his sight linger on your frame. Once you were decent, he hugged you from behind, kissing the top of your hair and selfishly sniffing your coconut shampoo.
“I wish things were different.”
———
“Hey dude, we just got this weird letter.” Josh said, a fellow coworker at the mechanic shop Eddie had now worked at. He had been there for two years, basically the day he finally graduated high school.
Not giving much attention, he continued working under the hood of a 1987 Ford Mustang GT, cursing at the odd shaped parts. Beads of sweat fell down his forehead, wiping it away before diverting his attention back to the radiator.
“Who the fuck is named Adonis?”
The beating of his heart filled his ears at the name, telling himself it couldn’t possibly be you. Not you who hadn’t seen him since you had sex and were banned from seeing him. Not the same girl who clapped the loudest from her seat at graduation when he walked across the stage.
It couldn’t possibly be the one who was now engaged to Gregory Marsh.
Pulling away, he snatched the letter without question, walking through the garage to the bathroom. He took a good look at the envelope, there was no stamp or return address, just the Greek name etched in blue pen.
A cigarette found his way to his mouth, lighting it and taking a huge hit before finally opening the cream colored letter.
“My dear ‘Adonis’,
I’ve never been one to be good with speaking my emotions, but through writing, I feel more comfortable. It’s been two years since I’ve spoken to you, but I see you work here now and I’m so proud of you. All I ask is that you are happy.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry I was too much of a coward to stand up to my family, to Gregory, or to anyone. Every day I tried making other people happy and realized I was miserable every waking moment. The only time I found peace was when I recalled our moments together, from just chatting to our intimacy.
I want you to know I never stopped thinking about you. After I left your house that night, my family began their lecture and it took a turn for the worst when they realized my ring was gone. I had to go to repenting meetings with my parents, but every time I was asked to pray for forgiveness, I prayed you would come find me again.
You mean the world to me. If you have moved on and found someone else, feel free to throw this out and laugh about it to your friends. But if you haven’t, just know I am always here.
This is my olive branch. It’s your move, Dungeon Master. You’ll know where to find me, I’ll have a drink waiting for you.
Sincerely, ‘Venus’.”
Eddie's breath hitched in his throat, not being able to believe the words in front of him. He debated on whether or not this was some outrageous prank, someone had too much time on their hands and wanted to make a fool of him.
But there were too many secrets. Only you knew about the in depth readings of Shakespeare, the confidential moments in his room, and the ring that sat in his dresser. The ring wasn’t a token of what had been exchanged that evening, but he held onto it thinking that was the closest he would ever get to you.
Your wedding was in a month, he had been hearing about it around town and how ecstatic all the clergy was. He could never stomach listening to the details, recalling how when he asked if Gregory made you happy and you couldn’t answer.
He convinced himself time had changed. After you were banned from seeing him, you had fallen in love with Gregory. This letter changed this perspective.
Storming out of the bathroom and going straight for his van, he ignored the calls of his coworkers, putting out his cigarette as he drove away. He wasn’t sure where he was supposed to go, but he kept driving until he could think clearly.
He went all around town, trying to find even a glimpse of you amongst the crowd of people. His distraught brain tried to wrap around any possibility until he recalled a line from your letter.
I’ll have a drink waiting for you.
The bar.
The bar where he found you when no one else did, cleaning you up and holding you. His heart leaped as he drove out the city limits, passing by bundles of trees and speed limit signs.
When he approached the wooden saloon just on the cusp of the next city, he couldn’t get out fast enough. As he was about to put his hand on the knob, he hesitated, looking through the glass door to see you sitting there.
Sat by yourself at a booth, you sipped a fruity drink with a beer across from you. He could tell you were nervous, picking at your lip aimlessly and checking the time. You had looked the same, just some updated style choices and darker under eyes.
Each time he looked at you, the wind got knocked out of his stomach. He debated if this was really a great idea, knowing he spent months ignoring his feelings for you to move on. He had finally gotten over it about a year ago, when the news you were engaged came out, but he was lying to himself. He never got over it.
That’s what pushed him through the doors, walking cautiously over as your eyes shot up, freezing. He wondered if you were shocked he had shown up at all.
He didn’t get a chance to sit down before you engulfed him in a hug, not caring about the grease stains on his work shirt, just excited he hugged you back. The way he held you tight reminded you of every emotion you felt with him.
Once you pulled away and sat, you took a huge sip of your drink which made him snicker.
“Hi Venus.” He teased, putting his elbows on the table and leaning forward.
“Hi Eddie.” You sighed, smiling and reaching your hand across the table, grabbing his, the coolness of your drink transferring to his knuckles. His chest felt warm at your familiar touch, letting you hold on.
“I don’t even know how to say all this,” You began, retreating your hand back to your lap, “I’m so sorry, Eddie.”
He shook his head, hoping you would eventually avert your eyes from the table to his. “Don’t say that-”
“No,” You interjected with a sharp intake of breath, “I want you to know I did try to fight for us that night, like I said in my letter, but I was so worried about disappointing my family by being happy that I threw myself out the window.”
He took a swing of his beer, wiping the foam from his upper lip.
“You know, it’s kind of silly, but I used to have this recurring dream for about a month after I agreed to marry Gregory,” You laughed, but there was clear underlying agony, “I had this dream that we were back in school, we were at your trailer and you were just hugging me, and any time I tried to leave, you started making really loud noises because you knew I wouldn’t go unless I could say goodbye.”
He smiled at the fake reality, it sounded like something he would do.
“If it makes you feel better I had this dream that you turned into a cat.”
You dropped your hands to the table, glaring at him without an ounce of sincerity, “Shut up!”
He giggled, clapping his hands in the air before taking another sip of his drink, which you mimicked. “I’m just kidding!”
You rolled your eyes, smirking at his dumb commentary that hadn’t changed in the slightest since you spoke.
“Anyways, I thought about things for a long time, like a really long time. But my answer was the same as when I first thought about it.” You tensed, his eyes following you closely as you brought your hand to the counter. Your engagement ring reflected off the dimmed light of the bar.
What he didn’t expect was for you to slip off the dainty jewelry and place it in front of him. He looked a bit bewildered, like he couldn’t exactly pinpoint why you did this, but acknowledged it at the same time.
The guilt of leaving Gregory nagged at you, along with the excitement from your friends in family. But with each bout of their joy further drowned you, you were almost at the bottom of the ocean, Gregory deserved someone who could swim.
Gregory deserved someone at his level, this imbalance had caused issues as he found your constant uncertainty with any situation troubling. He didn’t even know it extended to your relationship, but just small discontentment from everyday life was slowly, but surely, pulling him away from your sea.
“I also had this dream that I was drowning.” You swallowed harshly, finally looking in his eyes as tears lined your lashes.
“I was sinking and no one else saw me, it's cliche, but I would wake up in a sweat. But if I was able to stay awake long enough, I saw you on a boat from below.”
He was silent, nodding at your story, “You either watch way too many romance movies or need a therapist.”
“I’m trying to be nice and you’re making this very hard!” You pouted at him until he brought your hand up, kissing the back of your hand.
“What good am I if I can’t make you laugh at tense moments?” He shrugged, his chest was undoing at the seams, he was worried he was dreaming.
Sat in comfortable silence, he plucked the ring off the table, examining it closely. He could feel your eyes on him, but he stood, holding out his open hand to lead you outside. You chose not to ask questions as he brought you behind the building, a small pond that reflected in vibrant colors from the sunset.
Without a peep, he threw the ring far, watching it plop in the shallow water a few feet out. A sudden weight had risen from your back as you watched the water ripple, you couldn’t contain yourself and attempted to pull Eddie’s lips against yours.
“Ooh you wanna kiss me so bad?” He taunted, backing away with his hands up, guarding himself. You brought your fists up, throwing a few fake punches with a giggle. You eventually just ran straight to him, hearing the ‘oof’ as your chests collided.
As your arms wrapped around his neck, his hands found your waist, deepening the kiss to taste you again. He had tried to remember every detail, every inch of you over the past two years, but it never amounted to what it felt like to actually encounter you.
“You know, I was gonna do that.” He pulled away, yet brought you closer to his chest, bending to put his forehead against yours.
“Ooh you wanna kiss me so bad?” You mocked, scrunching your nose as he groaned, putting his hands around your waist to lift you up just under your bottom. You were too low to wrap around his waist, making you shriek and hold his neck tighter.
He opened the passenger door to his van, setting you down in the seat and holding your face in his hands, a soft smile on his lips before kissing you once more.
“This is the last time I’m saving you from this bar.”
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authors note; hi friends, this is the conclusion to this, i don't feel as great ab this last part as i did with the first and second tbh. but i really enjoyed writing this story, i haven't proof read this chapter so fair warning lol
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