AN: Title of this chapter is from the song, She's Got You High by Mumm-ra.
*This chapter has duel narratives, from both Eddie and Chrissy. Sorry for any confusion.
*Please be aware of the new tags before reading. Some topics in this chapter may be triggered for some.
Chapter TextChapter 3
April 11th, 1986
"We have about six weeks until graduation. Do you know how far along you are?" Anna questions.
Chrissy stills, trying to do the math. Heat spreads across her face, remembering everything they did over the break.
Everything had happened so quickly.
"I…I think two or three weeks..? My period is only a week late so I'm not sure.." she trails off.
That't not the whole truth but Anna doesn't need to know that.
She did know. She immediately knew something was different with her body from the way her stomach constantly looked bloated. She knew from the hunger that never seemed to be satisfied.
Anna runs a hand through her wavy blond hair. She hesitates a bit. "Maybe we should see if we can get you in to see my doctor. She'll be able to know for sure. With like, six weeks of school left, I'm sure you can still hide it pretty well. No one would have to kno-"
"My mom would." Chrissy blurted.
"She would notice even the tiniest change in my measurements." As soon as the words escape her she's gasping.
Realization and fear hits her hard, all at once. She feels like she's being choked, the cool air from the car's AC is not enough. She feels clammy, sick again.
"She's going to kill me! My parents..oh my god.. they're going to be so pissed!" She whimpers, unaware that she's crying again until Anna is reaching over and pulling her into her arms over the middle console.
"No, Chris, it'll be ok. I swear! Just breathe." She soothed, rubbing her back.
"Everyone's going to think I'm a trashy whore. I won't be able to go to college and Eddie- shit, he won't even look at me! We haven't really talked since the break and I don't even know what I did!"
"Wait, wait chris, slow down. One thing at a time." Anna pleads.
Chrissy trembles as she tries catching her breath.
There's not enough air in this car. God, is this a panic attack? She wonders.
"Do you.. do you remember Hannah T from our home room?" Anna asks her quietly. Her tone soft.
"From freshman year?"
"Yeah, she… well..I've heard she also went through something similar then and she.. um.. she took care of it." She finishes quietly.
Chrissy pulls back to look at her face, slowly processing what she's hinting.
"Did she..? Really? Where did she go? Oh god!" Chrissy gushes. "Annie, I don't think I could do that."
"It's just an option. I could go with you, no one would have to know. It's like totally safe." Anna says reassuringly.
"… I think I need.. I need more time." She gets out. Shoulders slumped. She can almost hear her mother's voice, demanding her to straighten her posture.
She needed time. More time to figure out if she should even tell him or not.
She's heard stories of girls, girls who made those kind of appointments. Would it really be the best choice? She could still go to college. The possibility of being disowned would be off the table.
No one would have to know.
Anna nods, "Of course." ever understanding. An idea pops into her mind.
"If Eddie is ignoring you maybe we should just like…pay him a little visit. Corner him." She says, determination flashes behind her eyes.
"What?" Chrissy gasp, wiping the remaining tears from her face.
She wanted to see him. Desperately.
She wanted to know why the hell he was being so distant after everything.
God, she must look like a mess. She certainly feels like it.
A strong part of her, almost like a knee jerk reaction, wanted to run back home and fix her face.
No! He's not your mom. He's not going to care. Stop.
"Hear me out! Maybe this is just me being overprotective and I'm sorry, but like he knocked you up Chris! He's ignoring you? Hell no. He needs to take responsibility!" Anna says, fuming.
A beat passes.
"… ok. No, you're right. I'm going to have to tell him eventually." She whispers. A shiver runs down her shoulders to her back.
He deserves to know.
Turning back towards the passenger window she looks up at the dark clouds that loom above, promising rain.
March 21st, 1986
Smoking for the first time, with Eddie Munson, was not something she ever imagined doing her senior year. Then again, she never imagined she would become a blushing, giddy school girl with the "freak".
She hates that label.
Eddie, to her great surprise, is nothing like she imagined him to be. He's funny, sweet and has been a gentleman all night. It starts with opening her door, helping her out of his van, then, he's offering her a drink, telling her to make herself at home.
The Munson's trailer in Forest Hills is a bit messy but she finds she rather enjoys how warm and lived-in it feels. Her mother would have had a stroke just walking in the front door, seeing the clutter and the empty beer cans lying about.
Chrissy can't help but feel curious to be inside his personal space.
Sitting so close to him on his couch, her bare thigh touching his denim covered one.
Bits of paper and a bag of "the devil's lettuce" lay on the table.
If anyone would have told her a year ago what she would be up to tonight she would have questioned their sanity.
Eddie's knee bounces.
Is he nervous too?
The sound of some heavy metal song plays in the background as he is preparing their joint.
"Who is this playing?" She ask while fixated on watching his fingers as he pushes the green substance into the paper.
"This, sunshine, is Judas Priest. It's their song Living After Midnight. Probably not your taste, huh?" He looks up at her, grinning, as he finishes his masterpiece.
His eyes hold the same look from the forest. Playful and warm.
Sunshine.
The slip of the pet name has her blushing again.
"Rocking to the dawn. Loving 'til the morning then I'm gone. I'm gone."
"Alright, ya ready to fly high princess?"
"Mhmm."
The song comes to an end, softly fading into the next. She recognizes the song instantly when the piano starts. The intro to A Day in the Life begins to fill the room.
The Beatles?
"Is this a mix?" She didn't expect Eddie to listen to the Beatles but then again, who was she to judge?
Slightly embarrassed, Eddie looks down at the roll he's holding between his index finger and his thumb, "Oh yeah, I made this mix for smoking. Kind of lame but this song has a pretty trippy ending."
They both chuckle.
"You're not wrong… I don't know. I just didn't expect you to like the Beatles. They're actually.. they're one of my favorites." She admits.
"No shit? Sunshine is a fan of the bug boys? I must be dreaming. Don't tell me, you like ABBA too, or maybe…Blondie?"
She laughs and leans a bit against his side.
"Hey! I love ABBA! Blondie isn't bad either but I really like Zeppelin, Billy Joel, The Doors, The Stones, Velvet Underground…My dad listens to a lot of rock from the 60's and 70's and I don't know, I grew up around it. I like it. I actually like a lot of different stuff… sorry, I'm rambling now." She says, looking embarrassed.
"No! I like it. This is like the most I've ever heard you speak. Plus, talking about music, any type, is the way to my heart." His palm comes up to his chest, in a dramatic fashion, over his heart.
She wants to grab it.
"Let's light her up shall we." He reachers for a lighter, puts the end of the joint up to his full lips and sparks up the other end.
She watches with fascination as he breathes in the first pull, eyes closing, a look of serenity on his face.
"I'd love to turn you on."
He looks to her, holding the roll out for her to take. Smoke slowly escapes through his lips and nose. Her eyes move down to watch his mouth.
"Alright, now hold it like this. Bring it up to your mouth and inhale but not too hard." He says softly, his eyes now following the moment of her hands to her lips, a gentle grin on his.
She carefully follows his instructions, taking her first hit.
The first pull fills her mouth and she begins to inhale but is cut off as coughs break through her throat. She's coughing and gasping, her eyes tear up.
"Don't worry, that's normal. Everyone coughs at first. It goes down smoother after a few tries, promise." He says, a proud smile stretching across his face, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
"Do you.. do you have any water?" She ask in between coughs.
"Oh yeah, I got you!" Jumping off the couch he rushes to grab a plastic clear cup from one of the cabinets in the kitchen to their right.
He bounces back over to the couch with the cup, holds it out to her.
Their fingers brush slightly as she reaches for the drink. His rings are cool against the back of her fingers, she flushes, muttering a 'thank you'.
His hands are so big. Does he always wear those rings?
As the beginning chords of Princess of the Night plays, Chrissy eyes the fading light of the joint, left forgotten on an ashtray.
"Eddie.. can you, um…show me again? I want to try again and not cough this time."
Eddie scoffs and lets out a small chuckle, "It's ok if you do princess. What's that saying again? …'If you ain't chocking, you ain't smoking man'… yeah that's it!" Both of them laugh at his ridiculous impression.
"Now watch closely Cunningham." He says, his smile lighting up his eyes, like the flame to their shared joint.
She shifts closer to him, noticing the way Eddie leans in closer to her side. He brings the roll back up to his full lips and takes another hit. Chrissy's eyes focus on those lips, watching how they start to open slightly to release the smoke.
Would they look more full kissed swollen?
Blushing from that thought, she sneaks a glance up to his eyes, only to find his looking down at her lips.
Without much thought, she quickly moves forward, hands cup his cheeks and lips crash together.
Eddie gasps in surprise or shock at the bold action, his heart beating faster than the metal beat playing in the background.
Trying not to choke and look stupid, in front of a very pretty girl, he quickly exhales the smoke past her open lips. Chrissy inhales as much as she can until she breaks out in a fit of coughs.
"Uh.. Chrissy" he starts but sees her begin to giggle. Soon they're both laughing, overcome by the pleasant haze from the substance.
"I would say sorry but.. that was really nice. Is that weird to say?" She asks, still laughing softly.
She feels a little dizzy.
She looks down at her lap, suddenly scared to meet his big eyes. Afraid to see his reaction.
"What? No! I mean.. aren't you..? I liked it too…but I don't want to like.. step on anyone's toes here." He stammers, his face and ears feel like they are burning up.
His hand comes up to brush his lips, still feeling where hers had been.
"I just.. oh shit! That was seriously stupid of me. Eddie, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have just attacked your face like tha-"
"Hey hey, whoa there, slow down. You're high and you probably just feel… strange or.. light? It's different for everyone but it's ok. We're cool." His tries to reassure her.
But I want to do it again. Does he not want to? Does he not want me? Oh god, way to go. He must think I'm pathetic and despera-
"Erm.. remember earlier today, in the woods, you had asked me about feeling trapped?" He asks, trying to change the topic.
He doesn't want her to feel uncomfortable.
He really doesn't want to do something stupid just because it's her. He's still shocked she's here in the first place and not with her popular friends and golden boyfriend on such a special night.
"Yeah.." Her gaze still on her hands in her lap, picking at the material of her sleeve.
"Well, I do, a lot actually."
That makes her look right at him. Her eyes meeting his with curiosity.
"This town, those ass hats at school, our teachers… They all look at me like they already know my future. I know I don't have much to bring to the table and that I shouldn't give two shits what they all think but.. I don't know. It sucks, ya know? I'm trying. I said this year would be my year and I meant it."
"Eddie.."
"I've got Hellfire and my band but sometimes I'm… I'm scared I'll be stuck in the same place, working for those assholes someday or locked up." He chuckles but the sound is not one of pleasantries.
She realizes, with a start, that she doesn't want to hear him make that sound, ever again. She doesn't want him to think this way. She wants him to be happy.
He deserves to be happy with his life.
"I know it's not much, coming from me but I think you're actually going to be much better off than all of those jerks. You're so… you're.. warm. Real. I think this will be your year Eddie."
He holds her gaze, looking intently into her stormy grey blueish eyes. She feels as if he's searching for something within her eyes. A joke? A lie? She's never been more serious about anything in her life.
The need to hug him fills up in her chest, it aches.
"You're not what I thought you'd be like sunshine." He says in a soft voice, dazed.
She blushes and looks back down at her lap, "Yeah? Well, I'm glad to surprise you."
"Oh, I'm sure you are." They both chuckle. "Hey, sorry for like.. killing the mood and being a total sap. Sure this isn't how you pictured your first time getting high going."
"Actually… it's pretty nice. It's better."
….
"Sunshine, what did I say about flattery? Don't play with me now."
She laughs, smiling at him, "Is it working well for you Eddie?"
A muttered curse leaves his lips as he looks up at the ceiling.
—-
Chrissy is floating, pleasantly high, thanks to their second joint. She doesn't remember the last time she's felt this peaceful.
She doesn't remember falling asleep on the couch, head resting against Eddie's shoulder.
Flashes of red flicker across her eyes. She feels so cold. Her body doesn't feel… right.
A force of darkness hits her.
She sees it all play out, as if she's watching from above. Watching her own death from somewhere outside of her body.
She sees Eddie try to help her but to no avail and then she's floating, hovering over him.
This is just a nightmare. I just need to wake up. Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
She hears a voice calling out to her. It sounds muffled, as if it's coming from another room.
Chrissy, WAKE UP! Chrissy!
…
Warmth surrounds her as she wakes with a start. She's gasping for air. Her wet eyes take in her surroundings frantically.
She was so cold.
Who or what was that creature, that thing with the deep voice? She can still remember it's eyes and the way it crept closer and closer like she was his prey.
I'm still on Eddie's couch, in his trailer… It was just a nightmare.
Her memory of the night feels foggy. She tries to remember what was real and what was just a dream.
Slowly looking over to her left she eyes the large window and then the trailer's ceiling. A chill falls over her body.
Blinking rapidly she looks away from that side of the room.
Looking to her right she sees Eddie, shaking in his sleep. He's sweating and groaning softly, as if he's in pain. Tears fall down his cheeks.
She reaches over to shake him, "Eddie, wake up! It's ok, you're ok!"
His eyes flash open to find hers. He's gasping and shaking. "Dustin!" His face pales, brown eyes so wide his pupils look blown out. It's as if he's just seen a ghost.
"Chrissy? How… oh my god!" He touches her face lightly, as if she would break beneath his touch.
"Am I… I died…Oh fuck! Fuck fuck FUCK!" He crouches down holding his head in his hands, shoulders shaking violently. He's hyperventilating, she realizes.
They're both crying when she wraps herself onto his side, arms tighten around his larger build. Her head nestles it's way into the crook of his neck. "Just breathe Eddie."
His shoulders tremble, she hears him faintly, muttering pleas, "I'm sorry Chrissy. I left you… I just fucking left you there. I'm so sorry."
Her hold tightens, "Eddie, it's ok. I'm ok. Look at me, please." She lifts her head and softly touches his face. Eddie, with tear filled eyes, looks over her once more, taking deep breaths to calm himself.
His hand jolts down to touch his sides, where the demobat's bites punctured his flesh. No fatal wounds to be found.
Maybe we did die and this is… limbo..? Heaven? Whatever after..?
Eddie's tongue sweeps across his bottom lip nervously; her eyes catch the movement and stay trained on his mouth.
Her hands cup his face, gray eyes still locked on his full lips, she slowly leans in and pulls his face down to meet her halfway, lips softly brushing against each other.
Chrissy feels him freeze beneath her. His hands gently move to her waist.
She thinks he's going to push her off of him when she feels him break away and whisper, "Ok, yeah, I died." He chuckles softly, "I must be dead." Chrissy frowns at this, shaking her head slowly.
"You know what? Fuck it!" He rasped before capturing her lips with a sudden force.
—
Eddie wonders if he's high or if it's just the feeling of finally kissing the one girl he's wanted for so long.
Even with her here in his arms, making sweet, soft sounds, he wants more.
He feels a longing, a yearning, so incredibly strong that he still can't believe this is happening.
Acceptance.
To be wanted.
To be needed, no, to be desired.
He wants it, he wants it all so bad that his chest feels tight but he knows none of this is real.
This is all he can have.
This moment.
This is his own personal heaven and hell because there is absolutely no way Chrissy Cunningham could ever want him like this in the land of the living.
He feels like a man dying of thirst and she is his first drop of water in days.
She's so responsive, soft sighs escape her as he leaves a trail of kisses from her mouth down her neck.
His hand on her soft bare thigh, toying with the hem of her cheer skirt.
Their tears have all but dried up, replaced with want and hunger.
Chrissy climbs onto his lap, straddling him.
Her hands wander up to his curls and back down his face before taking hold to his shoulders. Her thighs tremble as she feels just how badly he wants her against her stomach.
She moans softly against the crook of his neck, "Eddie, more… please."
His cock throbs at the sound of her breathy plea.
Moving his lips back up to her ear he whispers, "More what, princess?" Callused fingers lightly trace her panties, catching the edge. He wants to hook them to the side but he doesn't want to rush her.
He's completely at her mercy.
She gasps then whines,"I.. touch me." Her hands grip his shoulders tighter.
She feels a little dizzy but she feels so good and everything is happening so quickly.
Large hands grab onto her ass and gently squeeze.
Chrissy arches her back and lets out another soft cry. She leaves kisses of her own on his neck, leaves little nips, shyly.
A rumble, close to a growl, comes from deep within his chest at the little love bites and that does something to her. What it is she's not sure but she wants to hear that sound again.
She wants to be the one to cause it.
Suddenly she's being lifted and carried off the couch and down the hall. Her legs move to wrap around his waist, arms hugging around his shoulders in a death grip.
Eddie is acting on pure instinct, on pure adrenaline when he decides to lift her and move them to his room in the back.
He's so hard it's almost too painful walking with his ripped jeans on still.
Too many layers.
He softly lowers her onto his bed and then frantically begins to undo his belt. Smaller hands nudge his out of the way and help remove the steel buckle.
He stops and watches her work his zipper.
She's so perfect.
Chrissy bashfully smiles up at him, "I'm not but thank you."
Shit.
He had said that aloud?
"Sorry… are you.. is this ok?" He asks her quietly, face flushed with embarrassment.
She nods up at him and then starts to take off her varsity sweater.
"I kissed you first Eddie, twice now. I want this… I want you."
Her big sweet eyes meet his and he almost comes, right there and then.
Chrissy moves to sit up on her knees and reaches up to take off his jacket. He helps her and then tosses it with her sweater.
Both remove the rest of their own clothing in a haste, helping each other pull and throw their layers off.
Eddie openly gawks at her body, stunned that she is lying in his bed, naked. He wants to mentally capture this image and hide it for safe keeping.
This is better than any dream his wild mind could ever create.
It's too quite in here. He thinks.
Eddie bounces over to his stereo in the corner. "Wait! We need music! What.. um.. what should I put on for the lady?"
Of course this is something he would find absolutely dire in a time like this. She thinks, giggling.
"I'm not too picky…"
"You said you like Zeppelin, right? I've got it, I think… yes! Here she is!" He exclaims, proudly, placing the tape in the slot and hitting play.
Whole Lotta Love begins to fill the small space.
He hurries back over, practically jumping on the bed with a triumphant smile.
Another fit of giggles escape her, excitement and nerves bubbling up inside her.
"Lay down beautiful." He breaths as he presses a kiss to her forehead.
The sentiment stirs a flurry of flutters within her.
Lips crash into each other, hot and needy.
Hands grab here and caress there.
Eddie works his way slowly down her body, stopping at her chest to give each breast a nip which is soothed by a light gentle kiss. The action has her covering her face, blushing.
She's never been fond of her small chest. Has always envied the girls on her cheer team who were blessed with their natural C and D cups.
Eddie's attention to them is like a man on his knees, praying. Like he's worshiping the part she dislikes the most of herself.
It's so touching and unexpected she could cry.
She doesn't deserve this kind of sweetness.
He kisses down towards her sternum.
She watches him in awe, moaning softly, as he worships every inch.
"Way down inside, honey, you need it. I'm gonna give you my love.
Whole lotta love
Wanna whole lotta love."
His lips brush right above her core and she squirms, tries to close her thighs, hide.
"Oh! You don't… you don't have to do.. that." She stammers, face flushed a bright red.
His eyes look up to meet hers, "It's ok, I want to. If you don't like it just tell me and I'll stop, ok?" He reassures her gently.
Nodding, she tries to relax, laying back down and breaths deeply.
She's never been on the receiving end.
Always giving and giving to please others, mostly Jason.
Her eyes begin to close when she feels his tongue flick over her clit. She jolts back up with a sharp gasp.
He chuckles softly and places a hand on her hip to steady her. "I'm serious, I wanna make you feel good baby." He presses a kiss into the inside of her trembling thigh before diving back down, head first.
His tongue caresses her folds first before pressing in between.
He devours her, lapping at her hungrily.
She's gasping again, "Eddie…s'good. Please.." She lays a hand on top of his head, holding him in place. Her other hand tries to find purchase and grips the sheets by her head.
He, ever so gently, slides a finger inside her while his mouth moves back up to her clit, his tongue playing with the nub of nerves for a good bit.
"You're so fucking perfect, so beautiful like this.. being such a good girl for me." He rasps.
Chrissy's core clenches around his finger and tingles at that.
Another moan escapes her.
Her hand tightens in his curls, pulls gently. Eddie looks back up at her face, a stray curl falling in his face, "You like that, huh? Me, calling you a good girl?"
Feeling too flustered to voice a response she nods, her mouth falling open with a silent moan.
"You're my good girl." He praises, slowly and husky, enjoying her responses a little too much.
He decides, then and there, he could spend his whole eternity in this afterlife doing nothing but this.
"And if you say to me tomorrow,
Oh, what fun it all would be. Then what's to stop us, pretty baby
But what is and what should never be."
He adds another finger, feeling the warmth clench around him. She's so wet. He replaces his mouth with his thumb, circling her clit as his fingers pumping in and out.
"…That you will be mine by taking our time."
She's so close.
Chrissy feels a pressure building up, a sensation she's only ever felt in the darkness of her room under her covers, alone.
She would think of these very hands and those big chocolate brown eyes watching her from above.
His fingers are so much thicker than her own, rougher and she quit likes the way his rings feel brushing against her.
Eddie watches her face, mesmerized by her reactions, as if she's the most entertaining show he's ever seen.
" Come on baby, be a good girl and come for me."
He curls his finger slightly, in a 'come here' motion and that has her back arching so far off the mattress.
Her eyes close from the sudden force, seeing a bright white flash behind her lids.
She hears a loud moan and later realizes it's her who is making such wanton sounds.
"Oh my god!" She chokes out.
"Eddie…" Panting, her body melts back against the bed.
She feels that floating sensation again.
Her legs feel like jello.
Sighing she opens her eyes to see Eddie bring his fingers to his mouth, moaning as he sucks at the sticky substance.
Tasting her.
Her face feels so hot but she doesn't feel embarrassed watching him do this.
She… likes it. Likes watching him savor her as if she's a delicacy.
Her hand reaches out to grab his cock, planning to return the favor but his hand swats hers away. "Not so fast. I'm not done with you yet beautiful." His voice husky as he moves back up and kisses the spot just below her ear.
Chrissy blinks up at him, still in a daze and brimming with lust.
His other hand pushes back some of her bangs, slightly damp now. He leans his forehead against hers.
Laughing softly, still trying to catch her breath, "That was… I didn't know it could feel like that. I...I want to try something too." She whispers, playing with his necklace.
"Yeah? Well like I said, you don't have to. I just want you to feel good. Really." He says softly, playing with the ends of her hair.
Her ponytail now lose, falling slightly from its hold. Her hair fanned out on his pillow.
She cradles his head, weaving her fingers through his messy locks as she leans up to kiss his lips.
She can taste herself on his lips and tongue. It's surprisingly not as bad as she would have thought it to be.
Pulling back from his heated kisses she traces his lips.
They do look more full now. She thinks with a grin.
"Eddie, I want you inside me." She begs.
He groans, that deep rumble sound again. He almost comes right then and there.
"Fuck, Chrissy. Are you trying to kill me? Agai-" he starts to say but is cut off by her demanding kiss.
Chrissy is moving out from under him and swings her leg over his, straddling his lap. She feels his cock press against her wet cunt. Feeling it so close to where she wants him.
She shivers.
"I've never.." she trails off quietly, looking down and nervously traces his tattoo that's right above his heart.
With wide eyes he gazes up at her, "Really? I would have thought that you an- no, actually it doesn't matter… I haven't...either so.. guess we're in the same boat." He says softly with a small chuckle, trying to ease her nerves as well as his own.
She smiles down at him, feeling comforted by knowing this is new for them both.
Her eyes stay locked with his as she reaches down and lines him up with her.
There's a sticky wetness at the tip of his head. She hovers above him for a second, just feeling him brush against her folds.
With a deep breath she slowly sinks down, feels his tip slip inside her.
Both gasp at the new sensation.
Eddie's eyes look down at where they are connected and back up to her eyes.
He gives her a soft smile that makes his eyes crinkle on the sides, like the one from the woods.
Chrissy sinks further down, taking him inch by inch.
He's not even fully inside her yet but he notices the slight pained expression on her face.
"It's ok, baby. Just take it slowly." He whispers, his hands gently rubbing along her sides. "Just relax." he says, stifling a moan.
He's desperately fighting the urge to push up into her.
She's so tight, so wet.
She sinks all the way down, feeling him bottom out inside her. The stretch is only painful for a minute but she feels so full.
Full, warm and so safe with him.
His hands on her waist help guid her, gently moving them in a small figure eight motion.
Oh.. Oh!
Her hands move from grasping his shoulders to push on his chest, sitting up.
The sudden change in position makes his dick slide in even deeper.
She pauses, sitting with him fully in her, "oh my god… ugh.. Eddie." Moaning as his hands move up to her breast, lightly brushing a nipple and squeezing.
"Fuck! You're so tight baby… taking me so good." His praises encouraging her, she begins to slide up and down on his cock, taking him slowly.
She feels powerful in this moment.
She's in control, finally.
She's the reason Eddie looks so wrecked with lust and moaning underneath her.
He's trembling now too and suddenly she picks up speed. "You feel so big… so good."
Each time she slides up she almost lets him slip out, hearing him groan at the anticipated loss, she slides back down harder.
His cock is her throne and she is his queen.
A delicious shudder moves through her at the thought.
He's panting now, sweat forming at his temple. Ring cladded hands grab her ass again, squeezing like it's his lifeline.
He's pushing her down harder on his ridged length while he simultaneously thrust up into her.
Chrissy bends forward, hiding her face in the crook of his neck, chest to chest. "Eddie, please…oh please!" She's so far gone, not sure of what exactly she's begging for but he seems to understand.
His hands grip her waist so tightly as he brings his knees up. The new position helping him thrust deeper and faster. "That's it baby. Such a good girl." He grunts.
"I wanna be good.. for you." she pants.
"Chrissy… oh fuck." He growls, completely unbothered with his head hitting the wall behind him.
"You're so fuckin' good, it's like you were made for me baby." he says reverently.
Her eyes roll back into her head at his praises and her head lolls to the side. Large hands start to push her up and off his lap but she holds on tighter, "No! Wait! I'm.. not yet." She pleads, refusing to be moved.
He lets out a strangled gasp, "Oh shit! Fuck Chrissy, I can't… oh my god!" His whole body spasms under hers and she feels something wet and hot fill her up.
He releases a series of curses and moans as he spills deeply into her.
Almost as if triggered by the sudden warmth, she clenches down hard around him and is hit with another wave of pleasure.
It's so intense her entire body is shaking and her toes curl.
She's almost certain she blacked out for a little while. Her heaving chest is pressed up against his and her fingers have left scratches and marks along his shoulders and chest.
Breathing harshly, Eddie wonders if he is tripping or dying again.
He's not sure how much time has passed, feeling as if his soul is floating back into his body.
He feels Chrissy leave soft kisses on his neck. She's nuzzled up, hiding her face in his hair.
Safe and warm, so very warm.
He's still inside her but softening by the second. His cock slips out of her as she finally moves to lay next to him.
He turns his head to look at her and sees her looking down, in between her legs, touching the cum that leaks out of her.
His cum.
It stirs something possessive in him, something primal.
Jesus, am I a dog now?
Shaking his head, he looks around for something to clean it up with. He bends down and grabs a random band shirt from his floor and helps wipe up the mess. "Uh, sorry about that.." he says sheepishly.
Only now does he realize the tape has ended. The room is silent, which, in turn, make his thoughts seem louder.
There's an awkward silence that takes place now.
He feels unsettled, wondering if she's regretting what just happened.
He hears a sniffle from her side of the bed, feels her shoulders shake.
Oh no. Shit.
"Chrissy? Are you ok?" He asks, his voice soft.
She wipes at her eyes, turning completely to face him. "I'm sorry." She whimpered.
His arm comes around her and pulls her closer to him. "Hey, no, no, it's ok. Did I… Did I hurt you?" His palm comes up to cup her cheek, his thumb wipes the remaining tears away.
She shakes her head and nuzzles closer into him.
With a shaky voice she whispers, "it's just.. if we are really.. dead" she shivers at the word, "we'll miss out on so much. I guess.. I was just thinking about how for so long I wanted nothing more than to not.. not be here anymore. Then I died. I guess I got my wish." She finishes quietly, looking anywhere but his eyes.
He's stunned.
He has an idea at what she's hinting, what she really means by not wanting to be here anymore.
Not wanting to exist anymore.
"Can I tell you something I've never told anyone else? I've thought the same thing before." He admits, brushing away her tears.
Stormy eyes look up into his, a question lingering in their depths.
"I may not be able to relate completely on your level but I do understand having those thoughts can be scary. They can feel… well, they can make you feel like a shitty person for even having them."
It's true, after failing his senior year the second time he began questioning his worth. He often questioned why he even still bothered to try at all when it seemed life had dealt him the worst fucking hand.
Her hand finds his and she holds it tightly.
"Can I tell you something too? I've.. I haven't felt the way I have in the past twenty four hours in a really long time. I kind of wish we could have been closer before.. all of this." She says, a wet smile gracing her face.
He brings her hand up to his mouth and kisses her knuckles. "Yeah, me too Chrissy. Me too." He whispers into the silence.
Her eyes begin to flutter close, she yawns and melts into his side, still holding his hand.
April 11th, 1986
Forest Hills trailer park comes into view as Anna pulls up.
She parks in front of the Munson's trailer. Both girls sit in silence for what seems like forever.
Chrissy looks around and fidgets with her necklace. "I'll go knock and see if he's home. Do you mind hanging back?" She asks.
Anna nods, "Yeah, of course. Just come get me if you need back up. I'll be here."
"I will!" She exclaims, closing the passenger door.
There's a knot in her stomach, she's so scared but knows she can't run from this.
She wants answers; wants to know what she did that could have scared him off.
She tries, in vain, not to think about their time together during spring break.
Everything is so different now.
She knocks and then waits, straining to hear any possible sign of life.
It's still day time, Uncle Wayne should be here by now from his shift. Hopefully she doesn't wake him.
She hears rustling and a muffled curse before the door swings open.
Eddie stands before her, in all his HellFire, rocker glory.
He looks a mess; at least she's not the only one.
"Chrissy..? Wha.. what are you doing here?" He asks, looking nervously around, like he's… being watched?
"Can we talk? Please? My friend Anna drove me here and I.. can we talk inside?"
She hates how desperate she sounds. She had meant to sound more.. demanding? Brave? She's not really sure anymore, finally speaking to him after three weeks of nothing but silence.
"Uh.. well, Wayne is about to get up and start getting read-" He starts, his hand rubbing his neck, eyes turned down to his feet.
"Eddie, please. It's important." She says softly.
Signing, he holds the door open wider for her with a 'after you' gesture.
She mutters a 'thank you' as she moves to steps inside, glancing over her shoulder to see Anna give her a thumbs up.
It's feels as if it's been ages since she's been here.
Memories of spring break flash in her mind; she can see it all playback from finish to start, like a VCR tape that's been rewinded.
"So…should we sit here or-"
"Are you mad at me? Did I.. did I do something wrong?" She questions abruptly, arms circling around herself.
"What? No, it's nothing like tha-"
"Then why are you avoiding me like I'm the plague?! And don't say you aren't because I've tried calling you, I've left you notes, I've- It's been three weeks Eddie!"
"Chrissy, just stop. Please…"
She waits, silently, for him to continue.
Tears threaten to well up but she bites her trembling lip to keep them at bay.
His tongue darts down to wet his lips, a nervous trait of his that she's picked up on.
He looks over his shoulder, making sure his uncle isn't eavesdropping or up.
Eddie begins messing with a stray wrapper on the kitchen countertop, avoiding eye contact.
"I've been thinking about some things and..I should have talked with you sooner about all this but I was scared, ok?"
"I think it's best, for the both of us, if we just.. try to move on with our lives. Let's just stop playing pretend, ok?" He says tiredly.
She blinks up at him.
A pang of something close to rejection hits her, right to the chest.
"Playing..? What are you even talking about? We both saw the same thing Eddie."
With a bitter, harsh laugh she adds, "So.. so everything that we went through, that we did, on spring break was, what, not real to you?!"
Groaning, he runs a hand over his face.
" Shit. No, that's not.. that's not how I meant to say that. Look, what I'm trying to say is that our week together was amazing, it was more than amazing actually, but it's over. You had your fun. You got to smoke with the freak and can run off and tell all your little friends about your wild break."
He's pacing the kitchen now.
"I mean, seriously, did you really think we could just waltz down the halls together, holding hands? God forbid, you sit with me and my friends at lunch without the whole school losing their shit?! This isn't the Breakfast Club, we're the Freak and the Homecoming queen! Sure your little boyfriend would just love that!" His voice raises at the end, his hands waving dramatically in front of himself.
"I don't believe this..why does any of that even matter to you?! I thought you didn't car-" she cries out.
She's losing the battle against her tears. Her vision blurs.
"I don't but you should care Chrissy! You're seriously going to stand there and tell me it wouldn't bother you one bit if people started calling you nasty things? They will, believe me. I'm use to it at this point." His voice breaks slightly at the end.
Seeing her tears breaks his heart but he has to get her to see.
To understand… but he's so weak.
He closes the distance that separates them and wraps his arms around her, holding her close to his chest.
She melts against him, her hands grasping the back of his shirt.
"Chrissy, you don't want to be stuck with a loser like me. I can't give you a white picket fenced yard or..or nice shit. Nice shit that Carver can give you. You deserve so much more baby." He kisses the top of head.
"That's why you have you to forget about me." He finishes quietly.
"I can't. I don't want any of that Eddie. We can't go back to our old lifes."
She lifts her head from his chest, "I broke up with Jason and you would know that if you had just picked up the phone!" She scoffs, shaking her head.
"Wha..you did what?" His deep brown eyes stare down intensely into hers.
"I broke things off with him that Saturday, after I got back home. He..he didn't take it so well." She carefully admits.
That's another problem for another time.
"Eddie, what if this is our second chance? I know we didn't die that night but doesn't it feel like some sort of sign? We both dreamt of our deaths, right? It felt so real we might as well have actually died but we didn't!"
She's speaking so quickly, the words flying out, unable to stop now.
"Then we woke up together, alive, like none of it ever happened but I think something did happen. It has to mean something, right? What if… what if something new came out of it? Something new…in me."
"…Chrissy, I don't think I'm followi-"
Then, so carefully, she takes his hand and places it over her stomach.
Her eyes hold his, waiting nervously for his reaction.
Seconds pass and then she sees the moment realization comes to him.
Shock, disbelief and then something soft flickers in his amber eyes.
He is left speechless for what feels like minutes before he opens his mouth and then before he can utter a word-
"Hey Eddie, everything alright out here? I heard- oh. Chrissy, didn't realize you were here… um." Uncle Wayne stops, eyes trailing down to see their hands, resting together on her stomach.
The air is uncomfortably silent before he utters, "Something y'all wanna tell me?"