Eddie was inside her. Inside her! She breathed in through her nose again. Back out.

"Are you ok, beautiful girl?" he whispered as he stroked her cheek gently. "Want me to pull out?"

She shook her head as she looked into his eyes, her lips pressed together in a delighted smile. A month ago, it would have been impossible for her to look at him for this long. Even now, there were days when she had to let her gaze skitter over him, only making the briefest of contact with his warm eyes. But right now, she felt like she could hold his gaze forever. When he pushed himself inside her, it felt like he had displaced all her anxiety and fear. She was so very full.

"I can feel you up under my ribs." She grinned.

He rolled his eyes. Amusement. "I'm not that big, lovely," he said with a curve of his lips.

"Mmmm... But it feels like everything else in me has had to shift to make room for you." She lifted her hips experimentally, pressing her stomach against his. His skin felt right against hers, warm and soft. "Would you move? Please? I want to feel what it's like."

He pulled slowly out, almost all the way. Then pushed back in. Full. Warm. Adored. The feelings rushed up and wrapped around her. When he repeated the action, she raised her hips again to meet his and squeezed, trying to impart the same feelings to him. He dropped his head against her neck and groaned. "So good, beautiful. You feel so good."

Good. That was what she was aiming for. Good for him. Good for her. He had already made her feel good before they had tried this. He had told her that he wanted her wet and relaxed. And then he had used his tongue on her to make her feel that way. It was the second time he had ever done that to her. The first time, she had been nervous and it had taken her a long time to come. So long that she thought it wasn't possible. But Eddie had been gentle and persevered. She had learned over the last few weeks that he was very good at persevering. And the first time he had made her come with his mouth, they had both learned that orgasms were giggly affairs when Sam was tense. The giggles had worried her. She was very sure you weren't supposed to laugh at the guy you were in a sexual relationship with. Especially when you were both naked and he had his head between your legs. But Eddie had been delighted. He said he loved her laugh. Wanted to hear more of it. If that included when he went down on her, so be it.

This time she knew what to expect. From his mouth. From herself. And now, with this, she had no room left in her to feel nervous. He had filled every bit of her that could have held that feeling.


Afterwards, after he had grunted and shook through what she hoped was a very satisfying orgasm, they lay together on her bed. His warm hands were pressed against her skin. Not moving. Not rubbing. Just holding her. No sensory overload. Just an ache between her legs and the liquid memory in her limbs of her own orgasm. She whispered the word against his chest. He made a little noise of contentment. That emotion had taken a little bit to figure out. But they got there in the end.

"It's a pleasure to say. And to have." He kissed the top of her head, "And to give. You're beautiful all the time, Sam, but when you orgasm..." He mimed swooning, his mouth wide with a happy grin, "Fireworks, baby!" She hummed in agreement. Traced a little doodle of a demon on his chest with her fingertip. It was really just a smiley face with horns and a forked tail. A little happy horny demon. Like her.

They lay in silence for a while, nothing to hear but the sound of their breathing. Eventually, her curiosity got the better of her. There was a question that she had wanted to ask him for weeks but she had put it off. Now she felt that she could ask without her insecurities getting the better of her. "Eddie, can I ask you a question?"

She felt him nod, "Of course, beautiful girl. Anything you want..."

"Why did you ask me out?" He raised his head to look at her, but she kept her eyes on his chest. "You like cheerleaders, right? So, what made you first start to like me?"

He was silent for a few minutes. "I guess I like the idea of cheerleaders... But I adore the reality of you. Like, they're pretty, but you're beautiful."

She considered that. "Aren't they just the same thing, pretty and beautiful? Just different levels of strength?" She didn't think was prettier or more beautiful than Chrissy Cunningham or Amber Smith.

"Nah, it's more like..." He pressed the palm of one hand against his eye. Silence for several more minutes. She waited for him while he got his thoughts together. Patiently. Like he waited patiently for her every time she struggled with the word she was seeking or identifying the emotion she was feeling.

"Pretty is like nice to look at. Cheerleaders are nice to look at. They smell nice and dress nice. But there's not much there aside from that. You're..." He twisted a little to look at her and she raised her head to stare back. Still ok with eye contact. The significant amount of skin contact with him made it easier. "The second day of school, like right back at the start of the year, I was wearing a Hellfire t-shirt and I saw you see it, and you kind of... drew out the word with your lips. And I realised you had a beautiful mouth. This bit here…" He tapped the middle part of his upper lip, "That's the most beautiful part of anyone's mouth that I've ever seen."

Oh... "The Cupid's Bow." Sam barely realised she was talking out loud.

Eddie barked out a laugh, "Perfect name for it. Yeah, well, I realised that day that your Cupid's Bow is the most gorgeous I have ever seen in my life. And once I saw that, I kept seeing other little things."

Very gently, he ghosted the tip of his thumb over her upper lip, smiling when she pursed her lips to kiss it. "Like, when Mrs O'Malley was ill for a week and they combined our homerooms. You were sitting near me and you were doodling little dragons on your notepad. Really cool little doodles. And the few times you came to the cafeteria for lunch, you were always reading fantasy books. And they were usually ones that I had also read and liked. And the ones I hadn't read, I made sure to get from the library and it turned out I really liked them too. You were beautiful and the more I looked the more beautiful you were. And part of that beauty was that you seemed interesting too. Like, I could have a conversation with you and you wouldn't fall asleep listening to me nerd out about Lord of the Rings and shit. So... yeah, I've basically been stalking you for most of the past year." He was blushing pretty heavily now.

"But you always seemed so..." Eddie waved his hand around while he thought of the right words, "... self-contained, I guess, at school. Even when people were being assholes to you. And even though I really wanted to step in to tell them to fuck off and leave you alone, or ask you out, you never seemed to need anyone. And then that night at Gareth's, you just looked different. Like you could do with a hug... But I'd never seen anyone hug you. And then you said about Nick asking you out, and I thought 'This is my last chance because you might not turn down the next guy' and I didn't want to miss out on the chance to take you on at least one date if that was the case."

Sam thought about what he had just said. He had been watching her all year. Surely by now, he had seen the broken thing...

Maybe he had. Maybe he had seen it and didn't care. Maybe he still wanted to be with her despite it.

She thought about what it had cost him to say what he said. Putting herself in his position, admitting all of that without knowing how it would be received by the person you liked was a massive step. She didn't think she'd be brave enough to do that. But since he had been brave, she could give something back. She opened her mouth and prepared to bare her soul.

"You held the door open for me the first week of school. I think it was three days after you wore that Hellfire t-shirt. And you winked at me. And since then, I have watched you every time I thought I could get away with it without you or anyone else noticing. You're handsome and terrifyingly sure of yourself, and you have the most beautiful hands. And I would never have been brave enough to ask you out if you hadn't done it first."

She held his gaze. If it was anyone else, she would be waiting for him to laugh at her. To tell her that he had been lying and he didn't really like her. That he had just been saying it to get her to admit her feelings and now everyone would know about the soft little underbelly of the weirdo and how easy she was to hurt. And how easily she had fallen into bed with him.

But Eddie didn't do any of those things. Instead, he smiled and stroked one finger under her chin. "Hey, beautiful girl. Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

Hmmm... Did she? What would it entail? She had only seen romantic relationships from the outside or the highly idealised ones on TV and in movies. Eddie had said his last girlfriend had screamed at him and he had done the same back. But Sam couldn't imagine him screaming at her. Still, she had no idea what being a girlfriend would be like from the inside of a relationship. "What would it be like?"

Eddie chewed on his lip and pulled his eyes from hers to stare at the ceiling. "I guess, it would be a lot like it is at the moment. Kindness and clear communication. And me holding you on your bad days. And you holding me on mine."

Sam smiled at that. She suspected his bad days were a lot less bad than hers. "And eating lunch with the guys at the Hellfire table?"

He grinned. That happy grin again. "Well, yeah. I mean, you're already doing that." She had been. Every day since the really bad day when she had screamed at Nick. Apart from the days when Eddie walked with her in the woods. Quietly. Touching trees and keeping their eyes open for squirrels. Walking and no talking, unless she wanted it.

He glanced at her, "And maybe you'd play a one-shot as well? We could do a single session if it's easier."

She thought about that. "I don't know. D&D is so busy. Having to pretend and keep track of everything."

He shrugged against her. "You've already got the math down and that's the hardest part..." For some people maybe. For her the hardest part was the stuff that most people found really easy. The talking and paying attention to other people and presenting yourself right.

"And I'd keep track of the rest of it. That's my job anyway as DM. And the guys would help you."

She hummed a little. "Maybe... It would have to be a good day though. Maybe a day with no school." That wouldn't be too difficult. School would be finished in a couple of weeks. And they would have the summer. And next year, Eddie would be back in senior year and Sam would be with him. He had been disappointed to find out that he had failed senior year again but she had been secretly happy. She was good at schoolwork and standardised testing and could help him with it next year. And they would graduate together.

"Ok, a one-shot on a good day. When you have nothing else planned." Eddie kissed the top of her head. "One more thing. Not about D&D but about being my girlfriend and me being your boyfriend... We'd be exclusive. No dating other people."

Sam shrugged. "Who would I want to date that isn't you?" Eddie grinned at her. Sam tilted her head towards him and brushed her mouth against his. When he pulled away, she glanced at his eyes quickly again. She couldn't stop the smile on her lips. Not that she was trying very hard. "Yes, please."

His smile widened, the dimples around his mouth deepening. "Girlfriend, huh...? That's a nice word. Rolls off the tongue."

Sam hummed in agreement, "Feels good."


If you liked this story...

I have a few more standalone chapters about Sam and Eddie in a story called First Times, as well as other stories, over at Archive Of Our Own under the same name (lexr86).