Rosie wasn't there when he woke up. The fear that overtook him in those few seconds erased any remaining sleep. Eddie sat up, trying to gain his bearings in the unfamiliar room. He waited a few minutes, listening. Heard a flush and relaxed.

What did you think? He chastised himself. The demogorgon took her in your sleep?

The delight on her face when she found him awake erased all Eddie's concerns. Slamming the bedroom door, Rosie crossed the space between them in a short bound.

"Ooof!"

"Good morning!"

She just looked so happy. Eddie felt his heart swell. He shoved his face into her hair and crushed her. "Morning."

He helped her find her way under the covers. Rosie laid on top and hummed cheerily as she kissed him. Eddie was now completely awake. It was no secret. It pressed against her as she smothered him with kisses.

"Eddiiieee."

The way she sang his name. He tried not to think about how similar it was to Ghost Chrissy. The way she pulled back to look at him helped, eyes glinting.

"Whaaat?"

The corners of her mouth twitched up. Rosie waggled her eyebrows. Her t-shirt hit him square in the face and he muttered indignantly as he cast it off. How dare it ruin the show. As she struggled to get their clothes off, the blankets slid away. Eddie tried his best to hold them around her. It was baltic in this old building. He felt a flash of heat, however, when her bare sex slid along his shaft. He adjusted himself, ignoring the base desire to let a mistake happen. A dangerous game; Rosie didn't seem to care as she rubbed herself back and forth, cupping his hands over her breasts. Eddie puffed the pillows behind his head. All the better to watch her. As soon as he felt that tension starting to build, he pushed her up.

"Wait."

Rosie understood, tilting her hips away. Eddie urged her forward to kiss him, moaning when her tongue took over his mouth, lowering one hand to finish what she had started. Those minute whimpers she made at every crook of his fingers, the delicate tremble of her legs and restrained jerk of her hips. Eddie tugged her head back by the hair. He couldn't bare missing the surprise on her face when she came. She wasn't done, however. Not nearly. As soon as her own wave passed, she slid down him, her teeth now nipping and nibbling whatever soft spots she could find, tongue tracing rings around his nipples and hand closing around his cock. Strangely enough, his body reacted when she bit around his scars. He thrust up into her palm, wondering why something that had so nearly killed him now thrilled him. Rosie never questioned it. Only indulged.

Eddie was so passive. Maybe he was sleepy. Maybe it was just the mood in the room. Didn't even take the bait when Rosie started licking him. Up and down. Up and down. Cupping his balls in one hand and stroking him with the other. A choked grunt when she paid attention to that sweet spot under his head, but he flattened himself back against the mattress, gently arranging her hair out of the way. When she finally swallowed him, after so long teasing, his eyes squeezed shut, teeth denting his bottom lip. Was he still so hypersensitive? She tested it by sucking him well into her throat. His nostrils flared, he grunted, grunted, grunted, then yanked her firmly away.

"Careful." He warned. "Easy, Sweetheart."

"Too much?"

"Not enough for too long, I think."

"Relax."

He laughed. "I'm trying."

"Okay." She raised her hands in mock-surrender. "I won't touch you."

"Nuh-uh!"

"I can't do anything!"

"Turn around."

"Now what?"

Eddie was pushing and pulling her now, Rosie had an idea of what he was looking for, but played dumb.

"Turn a-round!"

"This way?"

"Ow! Around!"

"Hm?"

"HERE!"

"Wha-at?"

"You're such a little brat!"

She stuck her lower lip out at him. "Don't know what you mean."

With plenty more griping, shoving, and eventually a frustrated spanking, he made her orient herself over his face. Eddie chomped on her thigh, still obviously annoyed at her behavior. Rosie snorted and took him in hand again, more carefully this time. He'd asked her to go easy on him, after all. His tongue remembered her, tracing the lines he knew would make her shudder. Eddie quickly stopped complaining, but granted her a warning nip every time she worked him too much. Rewarded her when she obediently pulled back. He was keen to make her cum again, she could tell, but Rosie soon enraged him by suddenly dismounting.

"Get back here." There was venom in his voice. A different shade of black in those eyes.

She did not, patting his chest instead. "Fuck me."

"You're not ready."

Rosie rested her weight on him impudently. "Fuck me."

"You little -" One arm shoved her aside. He rolled, planting himself on top and settling his hardness against her rear. She squealed with amusement. "This what you want?"

"Yes."

Eddie ground firmly, then struggled with the key on his bracelet. Rosie tried to help, but he held her arms together with one hand as he tussled with her chain. "Stay still."

She wiggled her butt, cackling at the slap she earned. "Hurry up!"

"Shut up!"

Between her misbehaving and his own frustration, Eddie really took a long time to bind her wrists together. Her top drawer clattered open, and he had to keep her in place with a knee to the back while he wrapped himself. When he finally entered her it happened with a growl and a smack on the shoulder for good measure.

"Ah!"

"Up!" He steered her hips toward him. When Rosie still failed to raise her upper body, he snarled and lifted her by the neck. Another clap on the ass.

"Oooh!" She squeaked.

"Happy now!"

Rosie moaned back, forcing herself down on his cock. Another little wriggle for herself. Wasn't her fault if it annoyed him. Goaded him. "Yeeees."

"Keep," The hand tightened around her throat squeezed. He slammed into her. His agitation only excited her more. "Still!"

This was much more like it. Grip clenched, relaxed. Clenched, relaxed. Until she was watching their shadows through a nice haze. Incoherent, she tried and failed to demand more as he went faster, faster. Was she being too loud? He didn't correct her. Just kept going. It almost hurt. Almost. When he swung one leg up alongside her, Rosie knew she was in trouble.

"Ooohh!" That was too loud. Her airway crushed shut.

"Shhhh!"

Biting back another cry, Rosie waited until Eddie's grasp eased. "More."

"More?"

"More!"

Her breath was shut off again. Too loud.

"Ask properly."

"Please."

"Properly."

"More, please."

"Hm?"

"Eddie." She whinged. "Eddie, please!"

He steered her arms forward, placing a pillow under her hips as Rosie inevitably eased down. His fingers dug into her ass as he gave in to her demands. "Take it."

"Yes."

"You want it?"

"YES!"

A choked expletive. His entire length filling her up. Rosie mewed and kicked her useless legs. Eddie stayed inside, anger sated. Almost apologetically, he drew a line of kisses up her spine.

"You made me do that."

Rosie cackled triumphantly. "Damn right, I did."