Rosie strained against the weight pressing her down. He was on top of her. Teeth on the back of her neck. One hand clamped over her mouth. He was taking his time.
"Ssshhh!" Eddie hissed. "You'll wake the whole damn neighborhood."
She tried to bite his palm, but he moved it away in time, laughing as he shoved her face into the mattress instead. Rosie moaned again.
"Be quiet!"
"Make me."
He slowed again. She slapped the sheets in frustration. They'd found out that her chain wrapped very neatly around her wrists, and here she was, with her arms bound in front and her legs pinned between his, at his mercy. When his hips tilted forward this time, he made sure to go as far as he could. So that her breath caught, and she tried to wiggle, seeking relief. He chuckled more deeply.
"Shush, Sweetheart. Be patient."
To her credit, she had been very patient. She whined softly in protest.
"None of that." His hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing just enough. "Quiet, and I'll give it to you."
She bit her tongue.
"You understand?"
Nod.
"You want it?"
Nod. Nod.
His mouth was right up to her lobe, tracing the curve of her ear. "You gonna be a good girl?"
Nod.
His free hand wandered forward to cup her breast. He wasn't kind at all, slamming into her like that. Rosie fought to remain silent, his grip tightening if she uttered more than was allowed. Until it became impossible, and she clapped her hands to her own lips.
When they were both done, he backed himself against the wall and tried his best to share the covers. Rosie rolled to face him, stroking his bare chest.
"Let me see your neck."
"There's nothing there."
"I want to be sure I didn't -"
"You didn't!"
"I'm just checking!" Eddie tilted her chin up, supposedly checking for marks. He touched his lips to her throat, tracing where he had squeezed.
"I told you." Rosie kissed his forehead.
"Go to sleep."
"I told -"
"Sleep!"
"Wake up."
Hadn't he just told her to go to sleep?
"Rosie? Wake up."
It couldn't be morning already.
"Wake up!
She groaned.
"Rosie, wake up!"
Five more minutes.
"Wake up! Rosie, wake up!"
Was he shaking her?
"Please! Please, Rosie just wake up!"
Why?
"WAKE UP!"
He jostled her hard this time, and her eyes snapped open.
"The hell!"
"You're awake!"
Rosie rubbed her eyes. "Of course I'm awake. You woke me up."
"Oh, thank god."
She rolled back to study him. Eddie was staring down at her, wide eyed. Frightened. Standing at the edge of the bed in his boxers and t-shirt, shivering with the cold.
"Were you sleepwalking, or…?"
He looked around, bewildered. "I-I-I don't know."
"Come back to bed."
"I thought -"
"Rosie wake up!" Dustin burst through the door, waving a baseball bat.
"Relax, Dust." She blinked. "Why does that have nails in it?"
Her nephew lowered his weapon, eyes still sweeping the room for danger. "Home security?"
"Go to bed."
"Going." He shut the door quietly behind him.
"Come here, Ed."
"I th-th-thought.."
"Here."
Eddie sat on the side of the bed, then burst into tears. Rosie sat bolt upright.
"Hey! Eddie…"
What was happening? He was doubled over, bawling his eyes out. Rosie threw herself over him.
"Eddie? Eddie?"
"I saw….I saw…."
"You were dreaming, Sweetheart." She assured him, raking the hair out of his eyes. He fell into her chest. "'Oh my gosh. Eddie. Shhhh."
"You were floating." He blubbered. "Just floating there. And your eyes rolled back… I couldn't…I tried to wake you. I tried."
"It's just a silly dream. I'm here. I'm fine." She rubbed his back, his arms, legs, neck. Realizing he wasn't shivering from the cold at all. He was petrified. "I'm ok. You're ok. It was just a dream."
Eddie took a few more moments to face her, still wheezing and holding his chest like he was going to have a heart attack. "You're ok."
"I am. See?" Rosie kissed his quivering lips, his wet face. "I'm here."
Those dark eyes of his, always so expressive, looked like pits of despair right now. She hated that she couldn't comprehend what was happening. She didn't know what to say, or do.
"It was a dream."
"Yes, Eddie. Just a dream. You were sleepwalking."
"Right." He was still staring, staring at her like he was afraid she'd float away again. "You know I love you, right?"
She grinned, in spite of her worry. She knew. "I love you, too."
"I want you to know that."
Her own vision blurred, suddenly. Panic catching in her own chest. What was wrong? "Eddie, you're scaring me."
"Nooo. No. I don't want to scare you." It was his turn to kiss her, now, caress her cheek. "I didn't mean to scare you."
"You're ok?"
"I'm ok." He forced a smile, voice quavering with faux-calm. "I'm ok."
"It was a nightmare."
"You're right, Babe. Just a nightmare. I shouldn't have woke you up."
He laid down, Rosie nestled back up to him. Eddie was still shaking. When she went for the light, he stopped her. Neither of them slept; just lay in silence. At length, she whispered: "I love you."
"I love you, too."
At breakfast, he was more himself. Laughing, playing, teasing. Rosie's nerves settled. Still, there was something not quite right. Whatever he had seen in the night, he really believed it, she could tell by the way he watched her, even following her into the shower.
"What?" She finally asked.
He dipped his waffle back into the syrup, eyes only leaving her for a second. "I can't look at you?"
"I'm about to start charging."
A dab of goop on her nose. Rosie sore, trying to wipe it with her napkin. Eddie chuckled and picked a scrap of paper from where it had stuck.
He remained much the same in the car, though less obvious. For some reason, Dustin was also eyeing both of them skeptically. She longed to be at work.
When she parked in front of the trailer, Eddie spoke up.
"I want to explain what happened."
Rosie waved him away. "You don't need to explain it."
"Yes. I do." He was fiddling with his rings again. "And I don't mean about last night."
"What, then?"
"Last year. Those deaths. I want you to know what happened."
"I already read -"
"What really happened."
"Huh?"
"Look. The news, the papers. Everything they said or wrote. It was all a cover-up."
"A cover up?"
"Yeah. And not some small-town nonsense. We're talking government imposed cover-ups here."
"Okaaay?"
"Only a few of us know the truth."
"You and …?"
"The police chief. Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler. Mike."
"Mike? Dustin's friend?"
"Dustin, too."
"Dustin!?"
"All of them. We were all there."
"Where?"
He shook his head. "It's hard to explain. And you…you wouldn't believe me on my own."
"Try me."
"No, Rosie. You'll think I'm crazy." He drew a hand over his face, collecting his thoughts. "I'll get the others. Jonathan has photos, videos. You need to see Eleven."
"El?"
"Will too."
"Will?"
"You'll see."
"I don't understand."
"No, I know. You will, though. I'll make sure."
I'm kind of implying that Will gained some powers due to his connection to the Upside-Down. I think he deserves some after all he's been through D:
