*Smut warning*
Eddie moved his hands up and down my waist, dragging his sharp nails over my skin as I moved back and forth on his lap. Our pace was building faster and faster, we moved together in a steady rhythm, Eddie quietly moaning Incoherent words whilst I took his shaft deeper inside me. I was riding him harder and faster with every second that went by. He reached up to pull my head down to his, nibbling on my ear when he whispered, "you wish this was real".
I woke up feeling damp with sweat and even damper between my legs...Shit...I just had a sex dream about Eddie Munson. I shook my head trying to dislodge the memory of that messed up, incredibly hot dream. "relax Rain, It was just a dream. A stupid dream. His fault really - He planted that in my head when he whispered to me last night outside". I sternly told myself. A few minutes later, still in bed, I laughed about it. No way did i just have a wet dream about Eddie; Robin would never let me live that one down if she knew. Sunlight broke through the curtains, blinding me and forcing me out of bed. Mom flew down the stairs, smushing a lipstick covered kiss on my cheek when I held out her flask filled with coffee. "you're a star, I'm sorry I'm bailing today" She shouted as she left. I smiled at her, even when she did her makeup in a rush, my mom looked beautiful. Damn I wished I looked like her. Instead I apparently was my father's double, which is weird because I have no clue what he looked like since my mom burned all photographs of him. That's probably why I started colouring my hair when I was 12, and why I pierced my eyebrow and nose when I was 15, because I hated being a walking reminder to my mom of the first man who broke her heart, after getting her pregnant during college.
Last week I booked this saturday off work to hangout with my mom, since she worked two jobs we barely spent time together. However, she cancelled on me because her boss promised over time pay if she went in and filled a shift. It disappointed me but at least it meant that I had time to drive to Jake's tattoo studio. I was gonna arrange my next tattoo now that I had come up with the full design for the horror movie sleeve I wanted. Today was shorts weather, so I threw on some dark blue jean shorts with a Dracula graphic tee, and headed out. We had a deal, me and my mom, she got the car Tuesday - Friday and I had it Saturday - Monday. The drive to Jake's tattoo shop took almost an hour; excessive considering there's a tattoo shop in Hawkins, but I hadn't been there since Billy forced me to get his name tattooed on my wrist in Junior year. Billy had been annoyed that my first tattoo was better than his - I got a small wolf portrait on my calf with my mom giving parental consent, she couldn't say shit against tattoos since she got her first in some random dude's garage when she was 15. Billy's was a tribal design on his bicep, but It really didn't suit him and I knew he secretly regretted it. That was the type of stupid shit Billy got jealous about, so he manipulated me into getting one that I would hate too, whilst also branding me as his.
When I arrived the window shutters were still down but the door was wide open, I headed in to the studio and saw boxes lining up across all the walls. "What the hell is going on - renovating or something?" I asked Jake's Co-workers Annie and Roy. Roy laughed under his breath, Annie just looked sad, "Did Jake not tell you?" she asked. The last time I was here was almost 3 months ago now. "Oh shit shit shit." Jake said as he walked back into the shop with more empty boxes to fill. Annie and Roy were cool people and good artists, but Jake was my favourite, he had a closely shaved head which he had dyed green, and he could make a laugh out of anything, "I completely forgot you were coming today Rain." He ushered me to the small room they used as a mini kitchen, which was also boxed up now. "What the hell is going on Jake?" I kept my voice calm but Inside I was not calm. "Look, I didn't mention it last time because I thought everything would be okay. Landlord upped the rent for this place by a lot, we thought we could cover it, we did for 2 months but then he fucking upped it again and we just can't afford it" He told me with a sunken expression. "We're going our separate ways, Annie got a spot at the Hawkins studio and Roy is headed east. I put all of my savings into this place, I'm broke. So i'm moving into my brothers place and working in my dad's studio". when I asked where that was and he told me it was another three hours away I felt my eyes fill up with tears, both because I considered Jake a friend and because I knew this meant that if I wanted more tattoos I would have to go back to 'Tat life' in Hawkins.
Before I drove away from the closed up studio, Annie leaned in through the passenger side window and said, "Hey don't be sad, the guy who did your wrist tat isnt there any more, and I've heard the guy who replaced him is really hot". Like I really cared...