At 3:30 she walked slowly to parking lot B. She couldn't deny it. She was nervous. Nervous to be spending time with the boy she'd been crushing on for years and nervous to see what would happen. She trusted him completely, but she didn't know if she trusted herself to behave.
She rounded the corner and saw him stook lounging against the bonnet of his van.
"Hello princess," he said, walking over to meet her. He bowed in front of her in a theatric way.
She couldn't help the giggle that escaped her mouth. "Your chariot awaits," he said as he opened the door of his van and helped her inside.
He ran round to his side and jumped in. "It's not far to my trailor, but why don't you pick some music for us to listen to? My music's in the glove box," he said as he shoved the keys in the ignition and the van revved to life.
She rummaged through his music collection and eventually settled on Motley Crue's Dr Feelgood album. She popped it on and started singing away.
Eddie looked over in shock. "Is this your normal music taste?" He asked, his eyes darting between her and the road.
She nodded her head. "Yep, I love Motley Crue. Nikki Sixx is a beautiful man," she responded, fanning herself with one hand.
"Marry me? Marry me now?" He said, with a chuckle.
She knew he was joking, but her heart started to race. The idea of Eddie wanting anything to do with her sent her pulse sky rocketing and she had to take a deep breath to steady herself.
"Hey, breath," he stated, looking over at her and putting his hand on her thigh.
They drove in a comfortable silence, Eddie refusing to move his hand from her leg. It didn't take long to get to the trailer park and she looked around as Eddie pulled into his spot.
He got out the car and dashed round to help her out as well. "It's not much," he said shyly, "but it was reasonably priced, I have my own space and it means I can save up to get my own proper house once I graduate."
She looked at him and smiled. "That's such a smart move. I wish I'd thought of something like that. Student accommodation is actually skinning me alive at the moment," she said running a hand through her hair as he opened the door.
"Ah well, welcome to my humble abode," he said, signaling for her to go in first. She grinned as she entered the trailer. It was the most Eddie Munson thing she had ever seen. There were band posters lining the walls and magazines and more of his music collection scattered everywhere. Notebook upon notebook were thrown across the table and on the wall was the most beautiful guitar she had ever seen.
Slowly, she gravitated towards it. "She's a beauty isn't she?" He said as he joined her in admiring.the guitar before them. "She's a B.C Rich. A Warlock NJ Series. She cost a fortune but so worth it," he said as he picked up the instrument and handed it to her.
Gently, she took it from him, pulling at a necklace round her neck which had a plectrum attached to it and began to strum. The strumming slowly gained confidence and she broke into the introduction of Rebel Yell by Billy Idol.
Eddie looked at her in awe. "How have I never noticed how hot you are?" He asked, a small smile breaking out over his face.
She stopped playing and looked up at him. "You think I'm hot?" She said, handing his guitar back to him.
He shrugged his shoulders as he placed the guitar back on its hook on the wall, ogling him as he stretched upwards. "I said what I said," he replied, turning round, with a twinkle in his eye.
She blushed and averted her eyes, embarrassed at being caught checking him out.
"So," he started as he threw himself down on the sofa, "you started your character development assignment?"
She sat down next to him, slowly going through her bag. She had written two, one a back up in case she chickened out of the plan she'd spent all day concocting.
It was now or never.
She took the bit of paper out of her bag and handed it to him. She held her breath as he began to read.
With his long, curly hair, denim vest, and lots of black accent pieces, he is the spitting image of many prominent rockers. His eyes are endless puts of molten chocolate. His smile, though not everyone gets to see it, is dazzling and blinding. Many people have called him "a freak" but I have always admired him from afar. Never ashamed to be who he is, never afraid to show the world his soul and spirit.
I looked up to him and had for a long time, not just because he was 6 foot but because of how he looked after people and always tried to do what was best for others, even those who maybe did not deserve it. Then there was the attraction. Something that I could not get over. I had been trying since high school and failing. But I couldn't help it. I was attracted to him. I would look at his smile or his mouth whilst he was talking to me and just want him to kiss me. Take control and own me, but I was invisible to him… or was I?
Eddie's eyes shot up from the bit of paper and met hers. He stood up, pacing back and forward. "You're not handing this in right?" He asked, jokingly, a smirk on his face.
She stood up at this point and grabbed his face. Her lips brushed his, softly, delicately, like butterfly wings, just long enough that he could inhale her breath, feel the warmth of her skin. She pulled back slowly, her eyes fluttering open to look up at him. What she saw took her breath away. Unabashed lust.
He took another step closer, pushing her back against the wall of his trailer and his lips mashed against hers, as if trying to flatten and destroy her mouth. She hungrily pushed back, her mouth open, tongue pushing past his clenched teeth to the moist space within. The bristles of his beard scratched against her soft cheeks as she gripped his head firmly, as if to keep him from escaping. She worked her mouth against his, their tongues battling back and forth like wrestlers, each trying to pin the other. One of his hands sat on her waist and the other made its way up and gently caressed her throat.
"Does my princess like it rough?" He asked as scattered kisses along her jaw, lightly nibbling as he went.
The moan that escaped her mouth was enough answer for him as he swiftly picked her up and wrapped her legs around his waist.
"Take me to your room Munson," she said, biting at his neck as he gently thrust against her.
"Impatient, are we?" He smirked, before letting out a low growl as she bit his pulse point.
"I've been wanting this for years. Enough foreplay. Take me now," she groaned out. He let out an animalistic noise and rushed through to his room kissing her with as much passion as he could muster.