[ It turns out that Eddie very much needs that extra time. Most of it is spent in front of the mirror of his tiny bathroom, staring his reflection and begging himself not to fuck this up. Yes, he had hooked up with Nancy once, at a time that feels ages ago. It wouldn't have been the first time that he was some girl's drunken choice, even if it had felt somehow different. There was no reason for that, besides the ridiculous crush he had been harboring for years now.
Nancy Wheeler was so impossibly out of his league it wasn't funny, but that hadn't stopped him. She had her shit together, knew what she wanted, and god damn if that wasn't the hottest thing in the universe. Eddie only drags himself away from the mirror after he's brushed his teeth and dabbed on some cheap cologne, hoping that it won't be too overwhelming. He's trying so hard to not be himself, as if Nancy is expecting someone other than Eddie to be pulling up in front of her house.
And then he's there, fingers trembling as he shuts off the van. Ok, he can do this. He can totally do this. It's just meant to be a hook up, after all, nothing he should be worrying about. Eddie feels like he blacks out in the time it takes to get from his van to her front door, and when she opens it-- holy fuck. He thinks he might die right there, the way she looks so effortlessly casual and impossibly hot.
The kiss shouldn't surprise him, but it manages to set his chest on fire, and it takes everything he has to muster up the ability to kiss her back. He loves it, the way she's always in charge, knows just what she wants and isn't afraid to get it. When she pulls back, Eddie is left pink cheeked and panting, a stupid grin plastered across his face. ]
Hey. [ He lets his hands reach out, finding a comfortable place on her hips. ] That's not how you greet all your guests, is it?
[ she shakes her head to emphasize her point, which makes her bangs fall into her eyes a bit, but under those curls they're still just as bright as her tone, amused and a little breathless, too. she flattens her hand against his chest, smoothing out his shirt where she wrinkled it in her grip, and- she's definitely doing that thing where she leans, she can feel it, like maybe she's trying to keep enough distance between their faces so she can look at him properly, but the rest of her body just isn't on board. so she's pressing close, starting with her hips and ending with the way her hand joins the other on his chest before it creeps up a little more, fingertips flirting with the edge of his collar. it's a subconscious thing, almost, but one that's very specifically for when she's jonesing and doesn't feel like being subtle about it. the fact that she can't seem to settle on whether she wants to focus her eyes on his or on his mouth is the other tell, although the winner of that debate becomes clear once she decides to kiss him again, softer than before, but still just as confident and just as direct.
eventually her teeth drag slow along his bottom lip as she hums quietly, breaking off the kiss before she gives him a proper bite, because she does't actually want to start things here, just barely inside the doorway of her house. and while there's some hungry part of her that doesn't want to put any more space between them again, wants to keep going until they end up against a wall or on the couch or hell, even the floor right over there- but her more determined side wins out, just the same as it always does. and that's why she's slowly starting to move them back toward the staircase behind her, the one that leads almost directly to her bedroom. her steps are somewhat slow and somewhat off-kilter because she doesn't actually want to ( probably from being more focused on him than the way she's going about trying to move them to her bedroom without just saying that's the plan. ) but eventually she feels that bottom step against the back of her ankle, and it works perfectly to snap her out of the haze that comes with looking him over as much as she can from this close, and trying to decide where she even wants to start. ..well okay, she knows where, and that's important, so she decides to focus on just that for now. ]
I'd offer to show you around, but- I'd actually much rather show you straight to my room. [ no she wouldn't have offered to show him around, even if they didn't have plans to get weird in t-minus 10 seconds, and she hopes her cheeky grin makes that obvious enough. a moment later she's taking a quick step back, up onto that first step, then another, and then another, and one more, so that she's just out of reach ] This way. [ she says with a tip of her head to signal up, as if that wasn't obvious. but it was really just a formality, because she was only trying to set him up for the moment that she turns to head up the rest of the way, knowing perfect well that her shorts are pretty damn flattering, even without being all that short. they're not exactly modest either, but y'know. appropriate to wear while running errands up town, and to help her essentially flaunt her ass just based on how good she looks in them while she's walking ahead of the guy she's currently leading to her bedroom. ]
[ Eddie opens his mouth to form some kind of response, to reply with something goofy or smarmy. But then Nancy is against him again, and at least this time he's a little quicker on the response. Eddie leans into it, keeps his hands on her hips and holds her firmly against him. She smells sweet, floral, and he isn't sure if it's her perfume or shampoo, but either way, he finds it intoxicating. A tiny whisper of a moan escapes his throat as she drags her teeth against his lip, and he's tempted to forsake the idea of her bedroom altogether in favor of some place closer. ]
Jesus Christ.
[ It's only a soft whisper, his heart fluttering in his chest as he watches her turn towards the steps. Something about how she's dressed, not purposefully sexy, which of course makes her even more hot. It's like she could be wearing a sack and he'd still have his jaw on the floor. Eddie isn't shy about the way he stares, especially once her back is to him. His eyes follow the line of her legs, spend an unholy amount of time watching her ass in those shorts. He's barely even aware of the fact that he's following her up the stairs at all.
Once they've reached her room, Eddie is determined to make the first move at least once tonight. He grabs her by the shoulder, spins her around so he can press her against her bedroom door as he kisses her. It's heavy, needy, as he licks into her mouth to chase the taste of her. He reaches a hand to fumble for the knob, let them both stumble inside. Eddie is grinning when he at last pulls back, takes a moment to do a quick visual sweep. ]
Very cute. [ He says with a low chuckle, though he finds the space charming, so unlike his own bedroom. ] Never thought I'd see the inside of Nancy Wheeler's bedroom.
[ if anyone asked, she wouldn't try to lie and say she was smooth the whole way through this, start to finish, but she'd like to think that she settled between him and her bedroom door with a small sense of effortlessness, at least. ..after that initial "oop!" of surprise that gets swallowed up in their kiss, yeah. she holds his face in both of her hands this time, not exactly trying to take control of things, but she's not ready to lean back and let him take more than she does just yet either. luckily she isn't leaning back against the door behind her too heavily, although yeah, there's definitely still a stumble to the way she pulls him into her room. very cute makes her roll her eyes with a laugh, but otherwise she keeps her eyes on his face, even once he's taking a look around, because - ]
Well, I never thought I'd see Eddie Munson in my bedroom, either. And yet... [ here we are. because it's meant to be snarky, right, and it is! technically. complete with her brows lifting and her expression shifting to match her tone. the only problem is that it doesn't pack a punch, not really, not when she sounds so distracted. or curious, maybe. both? both. it's just- this is a lot less weird than she thought it might be. okay, she didn't think it would be weird, but she was expecting this to maybe feel too different, enough so that it would take her a moment to shift away from subconsciously comparing him to what ( who ) she's used to. but there's really none of that here. eddie's hands are still on either side of her waist, holding on tight, inadvertently encouraging her to lean into him again like she did downstairs. it surprises her how being with him like this almost feels familiar, but she's not about to complain. it's a good thing. a great thing, honestly, considering it's just allowing her to feel more comfortable than she would if it was someone who was essentially a complete stranger. this is definitely better. ]
Hey, you. Focus. [ she doesn't sound all that stern, she's smiling too much for that, but she does touch his jaw with her fingertip, turning him back to look at her and not her bedroom ] I believe I was promised a demonstration of how good you are with your mouth. [ and because she saw the way his eye-line lingered on her bedside table, where she keeps a small stack of cassettes and her small tape deck- ] You can tease me about my taste in music later.
[ Eddie protests with a laugh. That is not entirely true, not when every little thing she does seems so distracting. Which is ironic, of course, given why he's here in the first place. It's like every little thing she does manages to steal a bit of his breath away, each touch, each subtle movement. Even just the way she smiles, the lilt of her voice, it's impossibly sexy and yet act as brief distractions from why he's supposed to be here. Not that he's complaining about the why of it, but there's an irritating voice in the back of his mind that wishes it was more than that. ]
Right, demonstration first, ragging on New Kids on the Block later.
[ He steals another kiss, this one quick and relatively chaste compared to the rest. Then Eddie guides her towards the bed, eases her down to sit on the edge of it. He bites his lip only to keep from grinning like a dope as he sinks to his knees in front of her. His fingers dip beneath her top to tease along the waist of her shorts, making slow work of undoing the button there. ]
[ it's for the best that he kisses her when he does, because she was just about to open her mouth to protest just the idea of him ragging on her boys, but even just that quick kiss is enough to reel her back. and there's literally zero chance of her protesting when he guides her onto her bed, eyes widening a bit once she realizes he's- yep, he's kneeling on the floor. he's- he's just-!
it's a little dizzying, seeing him look up at her from there, although the way he's been looking at her this whole time has been a little dizzying, if she's being honest with herself. she just nods once his hands are on the zip of her shorts, not trusting herself with words again yet, which might be why she's reaching down to touch his shoulders at first, before slowly skimming her fingertips in towards his neck until she can tilt his chin up with an easy press of her thumbs against his jaw. she doesn't kiss him right away, because she gets kinda- caught.
of course he has brown eyes.
they're different though, so completely different from either guy that comes to mind when she thinks of the last set of brown eyes she had a moment to look into from this close. not just in what color brown, but it's- it's something. she can't put her finger on it. but it's definitely been long enough, yep, she needs to quit gazing, shit, which is why she takes full advantage of the way his lips are slightly parted, leaning down to playfully lick his top lip before kissing him again, this time curling her tongue in his mouth. deep kisses that lead straight into just completely making out for a bit is definitely the way to safe face, right? she thinks it is. it's only once she needs to stop to take a breath that she plants her toes on either side of his knees and lifts her hips a bit, giving him enough time to tug her shorts down over her hips. and once they're past her knees, she's leaning forward again, but this time it's so she can drag her nails up the length of his back. but she does it slow enough that his shirt gets rucked up along the way, making it easy to bunch up the fabric until she can get to the hem and unceremoniously drag the whole thing up over his head and off. ]
Oh, sorry. I'll just- [ the corner of her mouth quirks up as she tries not to smile too wide, her hands finding their way into his hair to carefully run a little damage control. it's just a little messy, frizzy in a way that she's all too familiar with, considering his curls are so similar to hers. so she's sympathetic, really, even as she smiles down at him. is it too soft of a moment for what's supposed to be just a booty call? probably. but she's not worried about it. ] There. ... Oh. [ again? yes. this time she's laying back for a moment, but only so she can reach for one of the small pillows at the head of her bed, sitting up and before dropping it on the floor next to his knees ] It's worth it, trust me. [ as if she thinks this might be the first time he's on his knees for someone. oops. ]
[ The way she looks at him makes his skin prickle, makes every inch of him seem to flood with liquid fire. It's unfair, really, that a girl that he's only ever been a drunken hook up with should have this much power over him. Then again, she's had this kind of hold on him for a long time. Even when she was with Steve, with Jonathan, he can still recall the jealousy that burned deep in his guts. But there's nothing to be jealous of now, not when he's got her like this. Not with the way she looks at him and leans down to kiss him. ]
There we go.
[ He finds himself breathless, the condition only exasperated once she's easing out of her shorts. Eddie wants to say something witty, something flirty, but then she's got hold of shirt and is yanking it over his head. The whole thing is incredibly alluring, makes him shift his weight from knee to knee in anticipation. Normally, Eddie might might make a remark at the pillow as well, but only shuffles it beneath his knees. No question, he is very okay with this. ]
Yeah, think I've got it from here.
[ Eddie inhales sharply through his nose, lets his hands find their way to her knees. Then he's slowly pushing her legs apart, lifting slightly to press into the hands in his hair. It's almost a shame that he has to pull away, but he dips his head to press a slow line of kisses against her thigh, traveling inward. He purposely moves across her center without pause, though as his lips make their way to the opposite knee, he lifts a hand to press a palm against the soft cotton of her panties. ]
[ she honestly has no idea why she can't seem stop herself from continuing to tease him, even though she's the one with her pants down around her ankles with a flush on the tops of her cheeks that she's pretty sure is permanent for now. maybe it's because she finds him overwhelming ..just in general, at the moment, especially once he starts kissing her thighs.
her breath catches as his lips barely press against her underwear, because she's too warm there already considering he's hardly done anything yet. although she'd argue that kissing eddie munson is far from being just anything, and being kissed by him across the inside of her thighs is driving her a little insane. but she wasn't kidding - just talking about things before was turning her on more than she thought it would.
although the full extent of that arousal becomes glaringly clear once he presses his whole hand against her, because it's not just the heat of her that he'll feel there this time, there's also a small damp spot right in the center. her hands tighten in his hair once she feels his fingers press right against it, her hips tilting up to encourage more of that ( please and thank you! ), but nothing too dramatic, and it's more out of surprise than any kind of demand or plea. although they're both kind of nonverbally, exactly that. oops? ]
Feel that? [ her voice is quieter now, but not quite whispering ] That's just from thinking about this. Thinking about you.
[ Eddie tries not to let that comment go directly to his head, or his dick, for that matter-- but fails on both fronts. There have been a great many number of nights that Nancy Wheeler was the only thing on his brain as he stared up at the ceiling of his bedroom, and now hearing this? It still feels unreal. Even as he's touching her, with her fingers clutched in his hair like she can't bear the thought of him being anywhere else but between her legs. ]
That's so-- fucking hot, seriously.
[ Maybe there was a better way to express that, something more eloquent than the horny teenage boy of it all. But Eddie doesn't think too long about it, doesn't think he should waste too much of tonight on thinking in general. He dips his head to mouth against the soft cotton of her underwear, keeps it slow despite the urge to do otherwise. He wants to make this last. Then he's got his fingers curled against the elastic of her panties, peals them away and down to her ankles. ]
Jesus, Nance. [ He's nearly breathless at the sight of her, but that doesn't stop him from tracing his fingertips against her, marveling out how wet she already is. ] You're so fucking hot.
[ okay, so, it's not as if this didn't feel real before, but it's that switch, when the light drag of his fingers becomes a press of his lips, that it all becomes really real. and she's inclined to agree that yeah, yes, it's actually really fucking hot, but all she can manage is a small nod while she bites into her bottom lip, and tries her best not to make it too obvious that she's already losing her mind a little bit and would much rather be feeling his mouth against her bare skin again, specifically in that exact spot he's kissing her through her panties. fuck. she can wait, though. she can. she is.
... it just turns out she doesn't need to wait very long. and somehow it feels like they might be rushing this, which is actually so fine by her, but while simultaneously taking long enough to make her feel impatient for it. which doesn't make any sense at all, whatsoever, but maybe it's not supposed to, considering the whole "already losing her mind" thing. she already feels a little jittery and hyper-focused on everything she's feeling right now, but also kind of syrupy and melty at the same time? too many things.
he calls her nance, and that's actually the thing that makes her properly blush, moreso than him calling her hot. twice. only a very small number of people have ever called her that, which has always been fine by her because it felt so personal, in a way. and in some cases, like this one specifically, it felt straight-up intimate. so she ends up giving him a quiet whimper with that, one she tries to hide with a breathless laugh right after. she's too turned on already, too horny, too sensitive, too impatient- ]
You are.
[ good one, wheeler. she seems to really think so at least, judging by the way she's smiling at him again. but then his knuckles lightly roll right over her clit - not deliberate enough for any real friction, but the promise of it is more than enough, apparently - which makes her breath exhale in a rush, and her thighs fall open wider as she she leans back, one of her hands propping her up behind her. she's suddenly very aware of the fact that her shorts and panties are caught around her ankles, and she tries to point and flex her feet to get them off, but they're caught. which means she's kinda caught. but it turns out she's fine with that, too. it's entirely too tempting to use the grip she has on his hair to drag him in the rest of the way, rock her hips to chase the friction she so desperately craves, but she resists for now. not that it's actually all that difficult - the soft slip of his fingers over her is perfect. ]
Look at you. Oh, I should make you wait for it. [ her fingers push into his hair more deliberately while she says that, though it's not to tug or pull on it, instead just gripping tightly into it at the crown of his head for a moment before relaxing her fingers again. ] If I told you that you had toh - nnh - had to make me come with your fingers first, just like this, before you're allowed to eat me out- think you could do that for me?
[ It's not the most eloquent retort, but Eddie still feels something inside him catch fire at her little 'you are'. He thinks under normal circumstances, without the pure insanity that is the Upside Down, he would never have gotten the time of day from Nancy Wheeler. Finally there's something to be thankful for from all of that, because he's between her thighs and all but ready to devour her.
That is, until, she suggests they prolong things further. That he work her over with his fingers before letting his mouth take a turn. It's enough to draw a little whine out of him, as though she's denying him something essential to living. Eddie bristles under her touch, presses into it, wants more of it. But she's telling him what she wants, and by god does he want to give it to her. ]
I can do that.
[ The words catch in his throat a little, transfixed by her every movement. Eddie reaches for her, slow and as confident as he can manage all things considered. He likes to think that he's just as good with his fingers as he is with his mouth, but fuck, he wants to taste her. So Eddie reaches to let his thumb circle over her clit, keeps his eyes fixed on her for every reaction. He bites at his lip, presses his index finger inside her and tries not to moan just from the feel of it. ]
God, Nance-- [ He's quick to find a steady motion, even quicker to add a second finger. There's his own arousal to think about, his erection pressing into his jeans, and he finds he couldn't care less. ] Fuck, you feel so good.
[ normally, that slow swirl over her clit would have had her laying back almost immediately, and maybe even shutting her eyes so she could take a long moment to feel it for all its worth. but that's not possible at all, not when she's got her eyes locked with eddie's, because she's pretty sure that's a big part of the reason why she's feeling so good right now. and it's not just because of the eye contact, although that's certainly helping - it's because it seems like sometimes he can't actually decide where he wants to be looking the most. he's watching her face for the most part, but sometimes his eyes drift lower to watch what his hand is doing right in front of him, and shit, she's a little bit addicted to the way his eyes seem to darken after watching her pussy open around the width of his fingers as he just barely presses them inside of her, then easily ( and happily, really ) take the full length of them as deep as he can get them. ]
Fuck, oh, fuck-
[ she only manages to hold herself up like that for the first few deep thrusts of his fingers into her, but then her body starts to tremble a bit, and she only barely has enough brainpower to reach for another pillow that's at the head of her bed and drag it closer, shoving it behind her head and shoulders so she can still watch him without pulling a damn muscle. leaning back puts his hair out of reach, but it's fine, because she's too preoccupied with watching him do exactly what she told him to do. which is too hot all on its own, but she's definitely not thinking too deeply about that right now. later, though. later she'll realize how much she likes that about him. in this context, specifically. ]
Just like that, but keep - mhm - keep them right there, deep as you can. [ it's getting harder to articulate what she needs with every passing second, but eventually her hand moves down so she can circle her fingers around his wrist when his fingers are pressed into her up to the knuckle, just to hold him there, firmly in place. her body squeezes on him, hips rocking up just slightly ] Yes, oh, just a little harder on my clit. That's it, that's perfect, that's so perfect. [ she tips her head back as she exhales sharply, whining for him after ] I'm close already, holy shit-
[ It's almost a disappointment to watch her lay back, even though he should take it as a compliment. Eddie can barely stand to only being able to see her peak over at him, and so he's quick to pull himself up to sit on the edge of her bed. His fingers never leave her while he makes the transition, continuing their fervent rhythm. It's worth it, to be able to see her face as he works her apart. Then her hand is on his wrist, telling him just what she wants, and it drives him crazy in the best possible way. ]
Oh, fuck, baby, look at you.
[ He wants to kiss her, to get his mouth anywhere on her, but he remains resolved to undo her with his fingers alone. And so he carries on as instructed, thumbs harder against her clit, rubbing firm lines against it. With each rock of his hand he tries to press his fingers deeper, curls them upwards as though to touch against his thumb. ]
How close, Nance? You gonna come for me? Fuck, I wanna see you come.
[ it's blind, horny panic that makes nancy suck in a breath when she feels him move, like she's actually worried he's about to pull away from her or something, but then he's settling on the bed and leaning in close, and that gasp gets released as an almost filthy laugh that she honestly hardly recognizes as her own. she's too caught up in this already, she's pretty sure, and not just because it's, ah, been a while, although that's probably a part of it. it's more likely that it's because there's a lot about this that's new to her, so... why wouldn't it unlock a new reaction from her, too? and she's laughed while having fun during sex plenty of times in the past, of course, but not- not like this. this is impulsive, and ridiculously hot, and desperate, and kind of incredible, and eddie munson is calling her baby and that absolutely should not work, that shouldn't do anything for her, but it totally does. just as much as the way he's watching her is working for her, too. ]
Just keep going, Munson-
[ she lets go of his wrist, but it's just so she can tuck her hand behind her knee and tug her thigh back towards her chest, humming happily once her foot slips free from her shorts and she can actually spread her thighs apart just that little bit more. her hand ends up on his shoulder after, holding on tight, torn between wanting to drag him down closer, but not wanting to throw off the hard rhythm he's set to drive her over the edge. she wants too much, all at once, in a way that's making it hard to think.
actually... maybe it's hard to think because of the perfect way he's handling her right now, realizing that when she asked for harder she actually meant harder, and wasn't holding back for one ridiculous reason or another. he asks if she's going to come for him ( for him, fuck, why is that kind of hot?? ) and she only manages to nod at first, bottom lip caught between her teeth, which makes her mmhm sound even dirtier, somehow. and if she's staring at his mouth while her orgasm builds and builds and builds, it's only because she's thinking about how badly she wants to be kissing him, too, and the only thing that manages to yank her out of that daze is when his fingers suddenly curl against a spot deep inside of her that makes her cry out- ]
Fuck, Eddie-! [ when her hand moves from his shoulder to the side of his neck, she's fully intending on dragging him down so she can finally kiss the hell out of him while she rides out her impending orgasm, but she doesn't make it that far. not when it seems like he figured out exactly what made her get so loud just a moment ago, and the way his fingers keep curling deep inside of her against that spot that makes her vision blur is exactly what makes her start to well and truly tremble against him, panting hard against his lips until her orgasm finally, finally hits. as if she even had to wait all that long... ( what? she's greedy. and horny. and... kind of soaking around eddie's fingers now, damn ) ] nnh, wow, oh-- my gosh, whuh- wait, s'too much, I can't- [ she laughs, her hand suddenly reaching down to cover his, holding him tight to her as she rides out those last few aftershocks of her orgasm ] --whoa.
[ This might be the most self restraint Eddie's ever shown in his life, and only because she had challenged him to use only his fingers. By now, that could likely be thrown out the window, and yet he feels determined to stick to it until she's been brought over the edge. There's also something so impossibly hot about it, in a way he never would have imagined, and so he keeps the connection at its singular point with an iron will. Not that he'll have to wait much longer. ]
Fuck, look at you. So fucking beautiful, you feel so good, fuck--
[ Eddie leans down to croon into her ear, lets the words fall out without thinking. Even though he's aching for her, hasn't even touched himself, it's the furthest thing from his mind. All he can think about is the feel of Nancy, each little sound she makes, every whimper and twitch of her body. It makes him feel like she's his, and while his head is still swimming with nothing but Nancy Wheeler, he can almost believe that's true. ]
There you go, that's it, baby.
[ He bites his lip, hard, still holding himself back for these last few moments. It might be the best thing he's ever seen, watching her lose herself to the pleasure, to him. It's only when the final few waves have receeded that Eddie finally withdraws his fingers. He drags them lightly over her thigh, gently despite how hungry he still is for her.
It's only another moment before his lips find hers, though the kiss is slow, languid. Despite the way everything still feels far too hot, he makes things gentle for the aftermath. ]
[ he pulls his fingers from her and nancy pouts, there's no other word for it, complete with a quiet hm of a protest, that luckily gets covered up by the press of his lips against hers just a second later. she's still trying to catch her breath, but if anything that makes her lean into it more, lips parted right from the start. she matches the pace he sets, although it's obvious she has to make an effort to do so every time she licks out or lets her teeth edge over his lip, her energy sparking just under the surface.
once she's a little more with-it, she shifts to lay on her side instead of on her back, pressing closer, suddenly becoming very aware of how they're both only half undressed when she slides her knee over his hip and feels the denim of his jeans drag along the inside of her thigh. it doesn't seem to bother her, in fact, it's the reason why she whines into their kiss, quiet, just for him. then again, nothing bothers nancy very much right after someone fingers her exactly the way she likes it. ]
You're good at that. [ she smiles against his mouth ] Really good.
[ her heel presses against the back of his thigh as she tries to drag herself closer to him, or- maybe drag him closer to her? the jury's out on that. and one of her hands might be stuck where her arm is wedged between her and the mattress, but her other hand is smoothing down the length of his arm until she's catching his wrist again. her grip isn't as tight this time, but she's clearly not done directing how and where he touches her, and this time she's pulling his hand up between them. between their faces, so can keep her eyes on his as she urges him to turn his palm and guides those two fingers, still shiny with her arousal, to her lips. she just kitten licks at them first, mouthing at his knuckles, but doesn't take it further than that. she wants to see if he'll slip them inside her mouth himself. ]
[ There is surely something else he could say besides 'thanks', something more charming, more flirty. But it's the only word that he can summon forth, and he leaves it at that, doesn't try to make it anything more. Eddie is all too happy to let himself get comfortable beside her, now free to touch her as he likes. Especially when she's pulling his hand to her mouth, focusing on the fingers that had just been inside her and-- oh, fuck.
Nancy won't have to wonder for long if he'll push things further, because Eddie is all too happy to push one finger into her mouth, quickly followed by the other. The sight of her lips around them makes him moan, screw his eyes tight as though the sight alone might undo him completely. All things considered, that might be true. But he also doesn't want to waste the moment, opens his eyes wide so he can watch the way her lips close around his fingers. ]
Oh, god. [ His voice trembles, sounds like he might cry. Because suddenly just being in his jeans feels like too much, every inch of him feels too hot. All he wants is her, it feels like that might be all he will ever want again. Nancy Wheeler could ruin sex for him for the rest of his life, and somehow, that's alright. As long as he gets tonight. ] Nance-- Nancy, baby, please, I need you.
[ she doesn't laugh around his fingers, not technically, but she does hum this little hum that's turned on and pleased as spiked punch. her thumb moves from where it's pressed to the pulse of his wrist, up to his palm, like maybe if she rubs soothing circles there it'll ease the ache she can hear in his voice. and it's so tempting to feel it too, rock her hips against his and rub against the front of his jeans, but she doesn't actually want to make a mess of him. well, not like that, at least. ( although she's still in enough control of her thoughts to contemplate if it might be worth it anyway, considering they can just throw his jeans in the washing machine, and- no, shh, that's ridiculous, focus. )
she rubs her tongue against the pads of his fingers like she'd rather have her lips around something else, making little sounds in response to his reactions, because wow- maybe it shouldn't shock her that the same guy that doesn't hesitate to jump up onto a table in the cafeteria when he feels like he has something important to say also isn't shy about being vocal in bed - with the sounds he makes moreso than the words he's saying, oddly enough - but it's still such a stark contrast to jonathan "was that a moan or was it a yawn?" byers that it flips some kinda switch inside of her that she hasn't felt in a while.
he wants her. no, needs, that's what he said, right? and she actually believes it. and it feels awesome. because maybe she's feeling more than a little needy for him, too, and needy for feeling wanted the way he wants her right now. it's a lot. it would be too easy to get caught up in this, to think about a next time, or what if? and maybe she already has a little bit. but she's determined not let her mind wander around outside of this moment, right here, because there's nothing complicated about how good she feels right now, and how badly she wants to make him feel good, too.
she tilts her head back so that his fingers slip from her mouth and drag down her chin, just so they're out of the way by the time her hand is sliding to brace the back of his neck so she can kiss him again, harder than before. and maybe the original plan she came up with 2.4 seconds ago was to just make out with him until he either creamed his pants or took back control or both, but she can't stop herself from actually, properly biting into his lip this time. she just can't. it's a slow press of her teeth, wanting him to feel it, wanting it to hurt, but the slow burning kind of hurt, more than anything too sharp or mean. because she's not trying to be mean, she's really not. she's just biting into his lip and sucking hard enough that it might feel a little bruised later, that's all. there's nothing mean about that.
eventually she backs off with a gasp, presses her forehead to his and drags her fingers down from the back of his neck to his chest instead ]
What do you need? Tell me. [ she makes a low sound, her nose bumping his as she tips her head ] You won't get it unless you ask me for it.
[ Her names comes out of him almost broken, the words of a desperate man hungry for anything he's given. It seems all to short that his fingers aren in her mouth before she's got them sliding back out, tracing along her jaw in a mixture of come and spit. God, he might lose it right here, this might be enough to get him to come without ever being touched. But she manages to grasp hold of him, keep him anchored into reality. ]
Please, baby.
[ It doesn't bother him, the way his words come out in some sort of pathetic cry. Eddie feels confident enough by now to let himself thrust against her, desperate for any point of contact he can get. And she's so-- perfect, in the way she always is, even when she's coming off an orgasm. Perfect in a way that makes him want to throw his arms around her and drag her off somewhere, caveman style. ]
I want to fuck you.
[ There's no hope of keeping the desperation out of his voice as he swings a leg over her hips. Even with his jeans still acting as a barrier he can't help but roll his hips against her, bringing fabric against exposed skin. ]
I know I promised something-- [ It seems ages ago, they way they had flirted over text. Eddie had made some big promises then, and he still intends to keep them. Just not now. ] Please, baby, I think I'm gonna go crazy.
[ she's just watching him, trying her best to look expectant or something like it, but she's pretty sure her arousal isn't allowing for much of anything besides want want want. he says please, but doesn't tell her what he wants, so she kisses him quickly, her hand moving up to cup his jaw, rub her cheek over his thumb. it's just- he sounds like he's losing it, and she's too obsessed with that to try and reel it back for the both of them, so kissing him sweetly and nodding her encouragement seems like the best alternative.
he rocks up against her and it makes her breath catch, makes her drop her hand to his chest so she can dig her fingers into where it won't hurt. which is for the best, really, because eventually he finds his voice, tells her he wants to fuck her, and her fingers drag down a couple of inches. it makes her groan, too, clearly appreciating how forward it is, even as her cheeks color dark dark dark. it's not like she didn't think he'd want more than just getting each other off with their hands and mouths, it's not a shocking confession, but what she is surprised by is how it sends a rush of heat between her thighs.
and she's also surprised by being on her back again suddenly, and the rough friction of his jeans against the places where she's still so damn sensitive, and messy wet. she can feel how hard he is through his jeans and it honestly makes it hard to think for a moment. maybe she needs him to fuck her, too. his fingers felt amazing but she's pretty sure she's gotten him riled enough to well and truly fuck her into the mattress. and doesn't that sound perfect?
she grabs his face, kisses him deep, bites into his lip again. hard enough that she can see the little indents left behind after, can't help but rub her thumb over them as she huffs a breath ]
Shit, Eddie. You- You're making it too easy for me, y'know? [ she sounds too dazed to really pull off anything like arrogance, but she's trying. she knows he likes that she's bossy, but how far can she actually put that? how far will he let her? ] I can feel you, so I know how good you'd feel, deep and stretching me out. And I want that, god, I really fucking want that. But you're right, you did make a promise. And hah, I also know that if I told you I wanted you make me come again like this first, to move on me like you're fucking me until I'm coming all over your jeans, you would do it. And if I told you that you can't fuck me until you've made me come so many times on just your tongue that I can't stand to wait anymore, you do it. [ she shakes her head, tries her best to look.. serious? maybe? or at least like she's not kidding. even though she absolutely isis. because maybe she is a little mean. ] And I just don't know how I'm supposed to resist that, Munson.
[ Oh, god. He's going to die here, he's suddenly sure of that. Dead in Nancy Wheeler's bedroom because every word that comes out of her mouth winds him up so tightly he's sure he's going to explode at any moment. And fuck, what a hell of a way to go. Eddie would be glad for it, thank her on his way to the afterlife. But he's still here, with every nerve ending thrumming hot and alive. Eddie whimpers as though he's been struck, but he loves every single moment. It only makes him want her more, if such a thing is even possible. ]
I just can't help myself.
[ The words come out in a breathless rush, as though she's snatched the air from his lungs. All of it is so-- perfect. He's had partners before Nancy, of course, and has always gotten off on putting their pleasure ahead of his own. None of them had ever commanded it the way Nancy does. That alone makes all the difference, makes him want to lock the door and never leave this room. ]
Whatever you want, baby. [ He lets his hips press against her again, both loathes and loves the few layers of fabric that still stand in the way. ] I'll make you come until you see stars.
[ With that he's easing himself off of her, settling himself back on the floor between her legs. The smile on his face is stupid and lovestruck, looking at her like she's hung the very stars in the sky. And then he's dipping his head downward, presses a sloppy kiss between her legs, savoring the taste of her. ]
[ her smile is way too cheese'd up for the moment, probably, but he's just- he makes it hard not to smile, that's what the problem is here, and it makes the almost pouty whimper she gives him even ..poutier, as he rocks against her again. jesus. she's never going to be able to look at him in his jeans ever again without thinking about the way it feels against her folds, which, hah, is a little unfortunate for her sanity considering she's pretty sure he wears jeans every single day of his life. it's fine. who needs sanity anyway?
also, it's not her fault that her brow draws in tight when he starts to move back, because she was absolutely just talking shit- she didn't actually want to make him wait. and she sits up just the little bit needed so she could grip the back of his neck and drag him back up on top of her again, but- ]
O-Oh. [ it's nearly a sob, the sound she makes for him, a little bit devastated, because a) she really... really did want to drag him back up, shove his jeans down just enough to get his dick out and tell him to fuck her silly, and because b) holy shit, his mouth. it's a little bit filthy, the way his tongue slips over the most sensitive parts of her, letting her feel exactly how wet she is for him already. her hand moves to cover her own mouth then, teeth worrying at her knuckle as she whines, before she even realizes she's doing it. when he rubs his tongue over her clit with a little bit more pressure than she can actually handle right now, it makes her breath sort of hiccup and her hips squirm that little bit closer to the edge of the mattress, but when he does it again she has to force herself to keep her hips down, not actually wanting to break his nose, her fingers through his hair even though she doesn't have it in her to actually grab onto it like before, at the moment. ] Easy, Eddie, oh my god. [ she laughs, punch-drunk, her eyes half-lidded and dreamy as she looks down at him, despite the fact that she's trying to actually communicate something semi important here!! ] M'really sensitive right after I come, and mmnh, I won't be able to handle your cock if you- [ youuuuuu sorry, her brain just tapped out for a moment ] Shit, you're making it so hard to think. Okay. Just- lower, a little lower, that's- [ she moans, melting under him ] - yeah.
[ Eddie gives her a moment, curls an arm around her leg and lets his head rest against her thigh. He knows he'll do anything, everything, she wants, but is happy to allow this moment of reprieve. Eddie sinks down on his knees, his eyes close for a moment as he presses his face against the soft skin of her thigh. He takes a moment, inhales the scent of her, sex and sweat and something distinctly her. Then it all slips away, gone as quickly as it had come. ]
I've got you.
[ It's all he can think to say before his mouth is on her again. As she asks, he goes lower, gives her clit what is apparently a much needed break. He's all too eager to get his tongue inside her, to really taste her. He keeps the arm wrapped her leg, pulls her thigh close against him as he works at her with his tongue. It's several long moments before Eddie comes up for air, his mouth glistening. He looks at her expectantly, half smiling, everything about him appearing tousled and mussed. He lets his free hand drop between his legs, stroke slowly at himself through his jeans. ]
You like that? [ He doesn't really need to ask, but does so anyway. ] Should I keep going or... [ Or. He wants to fuck her, now more than ever, but keeps himself seated between her legs. ] Tell me.
[ later on tonight, nancy might be embarrassed by the low, needy sounds she's giving him almost immediately after he leans in, but right now she just doesn't have it in her. and she wants to watch him, she really does, she wants to keep her eyes on his and keep talking just to watch him lose it a little more, but her eyes slip shut too soon, and from there she lays back to just- feel for a while. feel him for a while. her hand moves to cover his where it's holding onto her thigh, linking their fingers up, but otherwise she's sort of off in her own world for a minute. she was totally ready to keep giving him little things to do for her, just because she knows he likes it, but... she's completely drawing a blank. because he's not just licking her to give her something nice to feel until she's ready for more, he's eating her out, tongue moving deep and slow, adding to the mess he's already made of her, and it doesn't et much better than that. she loves how messy she's starting to feel, actually, if she's being perfectly honest. maybe it has something to do with her reputation as miss perfect, miss priss, but when she feels that she's reached the point of arousal that she feels like open, molten-lava-hot inside, it just... heightens everything. he can make a mess of her. she wants him to.
she's more than a little dazed by the time she feels the loss of the heat of his mouth against her, and luckily for him, she's past the point of wanting to drag him back where he was to give her more. all that's left is an intense ache for him, the kind that settles deep between her thighs, and in her chest, too. she wants him everywhere, needs it in some ways, but right now all she can think about is him finally being inside her. as she sits up, she drags her shirt up over her head, tosses it onto the floor, then does the same with her bra. and by the time she's sitting up properly ( oh, god, messy messy messy, she can feel it under her ) both hands are reaching to hold his face again, and she makes another impatient noise as she drags her thumb across his lower lip. she leans in that last little bit so she can kiss him, although it's probably too much teeth and tongue to really be called a kiss. she sucks his lip into her mouth again, licks out like she's trying to chase down her own taste on his tongue.
but it doesn't last all that long, the kiss. only because she'd much rather be getting to the part where they're both naked and all over each other, yep. ]
One day, one day I'm going to sit on your face to see how many times you can make me come before I can't take it anymore. But- not today, absolutely not today. [ babble babble. all said with her lips still sort of pressed to his, muffled but not mumbled. ] C'mere. [ like he's not already all up in her personal space?? but she moves back towards the center the bed, giving him enough space to follow her, and enough time to get back on his feet, but first she only waits long enough to get her hands on his belt and zipper, making quick work of both as she smiles up at him. and it's so, so tempting to slip her hand down the front of his boxers just to watch him fall apart right there on the spot, but instead- ]
Mm, you do that, I'll get the- Yeah.
[ -instead, she leaves him to take his pants off the rest of the way, turning over to crawl closer to the pillows at the head of her bed, then reaching to pull open the little drawer on her nightstand to fish out a condom from the box there. she stays right there once she's turning back over again, sinking down into her pillows, but- ]
--whoa.
[ it's quiet, but the way her cheeks darken makes it obvious she didn't mean to actually say anything. oops. still, she doesn't seem to bashful about it beyond that, openly checking him out, and she's not sure if she's been smirky-smiling the whole time, but she lifts her hand to absently bite her knuckle once she notices it. as if that isn't just as dirty to do while looking him over. oh well. she wants to ask him about his tattoos, because of course she does, but- later. way later. and speaking of embarrassing sounds, there's one more that slips it's way out with a sharp exhale, because her eye-line finally tracks down to his cock, and she almost, almost feels bad for making him wait as long as she did, because he looks maybe ten seconds away from bursting, but... shit, if that's not the hottest thing she's seen in a while, she doesn't know what is. plus, it's okay. she'll make it up to him. ]
Damn, Eddie.
[ she huffs a laugh, then slowly sits up, crooks her finger before carefully(!!) ripping open the condom wrapper ]
Let me put it on you?
[ because um, yeah. she definitely wants to get a little handsy before they charge ahead to the main event. ]
[ When they had hooked up before, it had been sloppy, sure. Sloppy in the way all drunken hookups tend to be, reckless and urgent and seeking quick release. Eddie's on the same wavelength, because this is messy, and in more than the literal sense. Messy in a way he never thought he would see her, wasn't even sure she could be like this. And he loves every second of it, loves that he's the one that has her coming undone at the seams.
Eddie seems almost bewildered as she tugs him towards her, as their lips crash together in a feral sort of kiss. It seems she's changed her mind about what she wants, but the last thing he's going to do is argue. This is what he wants, after all. It feels more than a want at this point, somewhere along the way it had changed into an aching need. Eddie scrambles up onto the bed after her, takes a moment to simply admire her, naked now, looking like a fucking renaissance painting. ]
That's gonna be a fun day.
[ His voice is a little hazy around the edges, and he feels like he's playing a game of catch up now. Nancy's hands are on his belt and it takes everything he has not to thrust against her from the mere proximity. But then he's left alone for the precious few moments it takes for her to scrounge up a condom. Eddie shucks his jeans and boxers with lightning speed, if only so that he can use those precious seconds to take a few deep breaths. It goes a long way in bringing himself down from the dangerous edge of arousal-- the last thing he wants right now is to end up a two pump chump. ]
Please do.
[ Eddie leans back on his hands, trying not sound as desperate as he feels. He lets his legs fall a bit further apart, perfectly aware of her gaze as it burns white hot over him. In other circumstances that little noise she makes might have him feeling just a touch arrogant, but now, it only makes him want her to hurry up and touch him. ]
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Nancy Wheeler was so impossibly out of his league it wasn't funny, but that hadn't stopped him. She had her shit together, knew what she wanted, and god damn if that wasn't the hottest thing in the universe. Eddie only drags himself away from the mirror after he's brushed his teeth and dabbed on some cheap cologne, hoping that it won't be too overwhelming. He's trying so hard to not be himself, as if Nancy is expecting someone other than Eddie to be pulling up in front of her house.
And then he's there, fingers trembling as he shuts off the van. Ok, he can do this. He can totally do this. It's just meant to be a hook up, after all, nothing he should be worrying about. Eddie feels like he blacks out in the time it takes to get from his van to her front door, and when she opens it-- holy fuck. He thinks he might die right there, the way she looks so effortlessly casual and impossibly hot.
The kiss shouldn't surprise him, but it manages to set his chest on fire, and it takes everything he has to muster up the ability to kiss her back. He loves it, the way she's always in charge, knows just what she wants and isn't afraid to get it. When she pulls back, Eddie is left pink cheeked and panting, a stupid grin plastered across his face. ]
Hey. [ He lets his hands reach out, finding a comfortable place on her hips. ] That's not how you greet all your guests, is it?
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[ she shakes her head to emphasize her point, which makes her bangs fall into her eyes a bit, but under those curls they're still just as bright as her tone, amused and a little breathless, too. she flattens her hand against his chest, smoothing out his shirt where she wrinkled it in her grip, and- she's definitely doing that thing where she leans, she can feel it, like maybe she's trying to keep enough distance between their faces so she can look at him properly, but the rest of her body just isn't on board. so she's pressing close, starting with her hips and ending with the way her hand joins the other on his chest before it creeps up a little more, fingertips flirting with the edge of his collar. it's a subconscious thing, almost, but one that's very specifically for when she's jonesing and doesn't feel like being subtle about it. the fact that she can't seem to settle on whether she wants to focus her eyes on his or on his mouth is the other tell, although the winner of that debate becomes clear once she decides to kiss him again, softer than before, but still just as confident and just as direct.
eventually her teeth drag slow along his bottom lip as she hums quietly, breaking off the kiss before she gives him a proper bite, because she does't actually want to start things here, just barely inside the doorway of her house. and while there's some hungry part of her that doesn't want to put any more space between them again, wants to keep going until they end up against a wall or on the couch or hell, even the floor right over there- but her more determined side wins out, just the same as it always does. and that's why she's slowly starting to move them back toward the staircase behind her, the one that leads almost directly to her bedroom. her steps are somewhat slow and somewhat off-kilter because she doesn't actually want to ( probably from being more focused on him than the way she's going about trying to move them to her bedroom without just saying that's the plan. ) but eventually she feels that bottom step against the back of her ankle, and it works perfectly to snap her out of the haze that comes with looking him over as much as she can from this close, and trying to decide where she even wants to start. ..well okay, she knows where, and that's important, so she decides to focus on just that for now. ]
I'd offer to show you around, but- I'd actually much rather show you straight to my room. [ no she wouldn't have offered to show him around, even if they didn't have plans to get weird in t-minus 10 seconds, and she hopes her cheeky grin makes that obvious enough. a moment later she's taking a quick step back, up onto that first step, then another, and then another, and one more, so that she's just out of reach ] This way. [ she says with a tip of her head to signal up, as if that wasn't obvious. but it was really just a formality, because she was only trying to set him up for the moment that she turns to head up the rest of the way, knowing perfect well that her shorts are pretty damn flattering, even without being all that short. they're not exactly modest either, but y'know. appropriate to wear while running errands up town, and to help her essentially flaunt her ass just based on how good she looks in them while she's walking ahead of the guy she's currently leading to her bedroom. ]
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Jesus Christ.
[ It's only a soft whisper, his heart fluttering in his chest as he watches her turn towards the steps. Something about how she's dressed, not purposefully sexy, which of course makes her even more hot. It's like she could be wearing a sack and he'd still have his jaw on the floor. Eddie isn't shy about the way he stares, especially once her back is to him. His eyes follow the line of her legs, spend an unholy amount of time watching her ass in those shorts. He's barely even aware of the fact that he's following her up the stairs at all.
Once they've reached her room, Eddie is determined to make the first move at least once tonight. He grabs her by the shoulder, spins her around so he can press her against her bedroom door as he kisses her. It's heavy, needy, as he licks into her mouth to chase the taste of her. He reaches a hand to fumble for the knob, let them both stumble inside. Eddie is grinning when he at last pulls back, takes a moment to do a quick visual sweep. ]
Very cute. [ He says with a low chuckle, though he finds the space charming, so unlike his own bedroom. ] Never thought I'd see the inside of Nancy Wheeler's bedroom.
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Well, I never thought I'd see Eddie Munson in my bedroom, either. And yet... [ here we are. because it's meant to be snarky, right, and it is! technically. complete with her brows lifting and her expression shifting to match her tone. the only problem is that it doesn't pack a punch, not really, not when she sounds so distracted. or curious, maybe. both? both. it's just- this is a lot less weird than she thought it might be. okay, she didn't think it would be weird, but she was expecting this to maybe feel too different, enough so that it would take her a moment to shift away from subconsciously comparing him to what ( who ) she's used to. but there's really none of that here. eddie's hands are still on either side of her waist, holding on tight, inadvertently encouraging her to lean into him again like she did downstairs. it surprises her how being with him like this almost feels familiar, but she's not about to complain. it's a good thing. a great thing, honestly, considering it's just allowing her to feel more comfortable than she would if it was someone who was essentially a complete stranger. this is definitely better. ]
Hey, you. Focus. [ she doesn't sound all that stern, she's smiling too much for that, but she does touch his jaw with her fingertip, turning him back to look at her and not her bedroom ] I believe I was promised a demonstration of how good you are with your mouth. [ and because she saw the way his eye-line lingered on her bedside table, where she keeps a small stack of cassettes and her small tape deck- ] You can tease me about my taste in music later.
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[ Eddie protests with a laugh. That is not entirely true, not when every little thing she does seems so distracting. Which is ironic, of course, given why he's here in the first place. It's like every little thing she does manages to steal a bit of his breath away, each touch, each subtle movement. Even just the way she smiles, the lilt of her voice, it's impossibly sexy and yet act as brief distractions from why he's supposed to be here. Not that he's complaining about the why of it, but there's an irritating voice in the back of his mind that wishes it was more than that. ]
Right, demonstration first, ragging on New Kids on the Block later.
[ He steals another kiss, this one quick and relatively chaste compared to the rest. Then Eddie guides her towards the bed, eases her down to sit on the edge of it. He bites his lip only to keep from grinning like a dope as he sinks to his knees in front of her. His fingers dip beneath her top to tease along the waist of her shorts, making slow work of undoing the button there. ]
Gonna need these out of the way first.
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it's a little dizzying, seeing him look up at her from there, although the way he's been looking at her this whole time has been a little dizzying, if she's being honest with herself. she just nods once his hands are on the zip of her shorts, not trusting herself with words again yet, which might be why she's reaching down to touch his shoulders at first, before slowly skimming her fingertips in towards his neck until she can tilt his chin up with an easy press of her thumbs against his jaw. she doesn't kiss him right away, because she gets kinda- caught.
of course he has brown eyes.
they're different though, so completely different from either guy that comes to mind when she thinks of the last set of brown eyes she had a moment to look into from this close. not just in what color brown, but it's- it's something. she can't put her finger on it. but it's definitely been long enough, yep, she needs to quit gazing, shit, which is why she takes full advantage of the way his lips are slightly parted, leaning down to playfully lick his top lip before kissing him again, this time curling her tongue in his mouth. deep kisses that lead straight into just completely making out for a bit is definitely the way to safe face, right? she thinks it is. it's only once she needs to stop to take a breath that she plants her toes on either side of his knees and lifts her hips a bit, giving him enough time to tug her shorts down over her hips. and once they're past her knees, she's leaning forward again, but this time it's so she can drag her nails up the length of his back. but she does it slow enough that his shirt gets rucked up along the way, making it easy to bunch up the fabric until she can get to the hem and unceremoniously drag the whole thing up over his head and off. ]
Oh, sorry. I'll just- [ the corner of her mouth quirks up as she tries not to smile too wide, her hands finding their way into his hair to carefully run a little damage control. it's just a little messy, frizzy in a way that she's all too familiar with, considering his curls are so similar to hers. so she's sympathetic, really, even as she smiles down at him. is it too soft of a moment for what's supposed to be just a booty call? probably. but she's not worried about it. ] There. ... Oh. [ again? yes. this time she's laying back for a moment, but only so she can reach for one of the small pillows at the head of her bed, sitting up and before dropping it on the floor next to his knees ] It's worth it, trust me. [ as if she thinks this might be the first time he's on his knees for someone. oops. ]
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There we go.
[ He finds himself breathless, the condition only exasperated once she's easing out of her shorts. Eddie wants to say something witty, something flirty, but then she's got hold of shirt and is yanking it over his head. The whole thing is incredibly alluring, makes him shift his weight from knee to knee in anticipation. Normally, Eddie might might make a remark at the pillow as well, but only shuffles it beneath his knees. No question, he is very okay with this. ]
Yeah, think I've got it from here.
[ Eddie inhales sharply through his nose, lets his hands find their way to her knees. Then he's slowly pushing her legs apart, lifting slightly to press into the hands in his hair. It's almost a shame that he has to pull away, but he dips his head to press a slow line of kisses against her thigh, traveling inward. He purposely moves across her center without pause, though as his lips make their way to the opposite knee, he lifts a hand to press a palm against the soft cotton of her panties. ]
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[ she honestly has no idea why she can't seem stop herself from continuing to tease him, even though she's the one with her pants down around her ankles with a flush on the tops of her cheeks that she's pretty sure is permanent for now. maybe it's because she finds him overwhelming ..just in general, at the moment, especially once he starts kissing her thighs.
her breath catches as his lips barely press against her underwear, because she's too warm there already considering he's hardly done anything yet. although she'd argue that kissing eddie munson is far from being just anything, and being kissed by him across the inside of her thighs is driving her a little insane. but she wasn't kidding - just talking about things before was turning her on more than she thought it would.
although the full extent of that arousal becomes glaringly clear once he presses his whole hand against her, because it's not just the heat of her that he'll feel there this time, there's also a small damp spot right in the center. her hands tighten in his hair once she feels his fingers press right against it, her hips tilting up to encourage more of that ( please and thank you! ), but nothing too dramatic, and it's more out of surprise than any kind of demand or plea. although they're both kind of nonverbally, exactly that. oops? ]
Feel that? [ her voice is quieter now, but not quite whispering ] That's just from thinking about this. Thinking about you.
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[ Eddie tries not to let that comment go directly to his head, or his dick, for that matter-- but fails on both fronts. There have been a great many number of nights that Nancy Wheeler was the only thing on his brain as he stared up at the ceiling of his bedroom, and now hearing this? It still feels unreal. Even as he's touching her, with her fingers clutched in his hair like she can't bear the thought of him being anywhere else but between her legs. ]
That's so-- fucking hot, seriously.
[ Maybe there was a better way to express that, something more eloquent than the horny teenage boy of it all. But Eddie doesn't think too long about it, doesn't think he should waste too much of tonight on thinking in general. He dips his head to mouth against the soft cotton of her underwear, keeps it slow despite the urge to do otherwise. He wants to make this last. Then he's got his fingers curled against the elastic of her panties, peals them away and down to her ankles. ]
Jesus, Nance. [ He's nearly breathless at the sight of her, but that doesn't stop him from tracing his fingertips against her, marveling out how wet she already is. ] You're so fucking hot.
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... it just turns out she doesn't need to wait very long. and somehow it feels like they might be rushing this, which is actually so fine by her, but while simultaneously taking long enough to make her feel impatient for it. which doesn't make any sense at all, whatsoever, but maybe it's not supposed to, considering the whole "already losing her mind" thing. she already feels a little jittery and hyper-focused on everything she's feeling right now, but also kind of syrupy and melty at the same time? too many things.
he calls her nance, and that's actually the thing that makes her properly blush, moreso than him calling her hot. twice. only a very small number of people have ever called her that, which has always been fine by her because it felt so personal, in a way. and in some cases, like this one specifically, it felt straight-up intimate. so she ends up giving him a quiet whimper with that, one she tries to hide with a breathless laugh right after. she's too turned on already, too horny, too sensitive, too impatient- ]
You are.
[ good one, wheeler. she seems to really think so at least, judging by the way she's smiling at him again. but then his knuckles lightly roll right over her clit - not deliberate enough for any real friction, but the promise of it is more than enough, apparently - which makes her breath exhale in a rush, and her thighs fall open wider as she she leans back, one of her hands propping her up behind her. she's suddenly very aware of the fact that her shorts and panties are caught around her ankles, and she tries to point and flex her feet to get them off, but they're caught. which means she's kinda caught. but it turns out she's fine with that, too. it's entirely too tempting to use the grip she has on his hair to drag him in the rest of the way, rock her hips to chase the friction she so desperately craves, but she resists for now. not that it's actually all that difficult - the soft slip of his fingers over her is perfect. ]
Look at you. Oh, I should make you wait for it. [ her fingers push into his hair more deliberately while she says that, though it's not to tug or pull on it, instead just gripping tightly into it at the crown of his head for a moment before relaxing her fingers again. ] If I told you that you had toh - nnh - had to make me come with your fingers first, just like this, before you're allowed to eat me out- think you could do that for me?
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That is, until, she suggests they prolong things further. That he work her over with his fingers before letting his mouth take a turn. It's enough to draw a little whine out of him, as though she's denying him something essential to living. Eddie bristles under her touch, presses into it, wants more of it. But she's telling him what she wants, and by god does he want to give it to her. ]
I can do that.
[ The words catch in his throat a little, transfixed by her every movement. Eddie reaches for her, slow and as confident as he can manage all things considered. He likes to think that he's just as good with his fingers as he is with his mouth, but fuck, he wants to taste her. So Eddie reaches to let his thumb circle over her clit, keeps his eyes fixed on her for every reaction. He bites at his lip, presses his index finger inside her and tries not to moan just from the feel of it. ]
God, Nance-- [ He's quick to find a steady motion, even quicker to add a second finger. There's his own arousal to think about, his erection pressing into his jeans, and he finds he couldn't care less. ] Fuck, you feel so good.
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[ normally, that slow swirl over her clit would have had her laying back almost immediately, and maybe even shutting her eyes so she could take a long moment to feel it for all its worth. but that's not possible at all, not when she's got her eyes locked with eddie's, because she's pretty sure that's a big part of the reason why she's feeling so good right now. and it's not just because of the eye contact, although that's certainly helping - it's because it seems like sometimes he can't actually decide where he wants to be looking the most. he's watching her face for the most part, but sometimes his eyes drift lower to watch what his hand is doing right in front of him, and shit, she's a little bit addicted to the way his eyes seem to darken after watching her pussy open around the width of his fingers as he just barely presses them inside of her, then easily ( and happily, really ) take the full length of them as deep as he can get them. ]
Fuck, oh, fuck-
[ she only manages to hold herself up like that for the first few deep thrusts of his fingers into her, but then her body starts to tremble a bit, and she only barely has enough brainpower to reach for another pillow that's at the head of her bed and drag it closer, shoving it behind her head and shoulders so she can still watch him without pulling a damn muscle. leaning back puts his hair out of reach, but it's fine, because she's too preoccupied with watching him do exactly what she told him to do. which is too hot all on its own, but she's definitely not thinking too deeply about that right now. later, though. later she'll realize how much she likes that about him. in this context, specifically. ]
Just like that, but keep - mhm - keep them right there, deep as you can. [ it's getting harder to articulate what she needs with every passing second, but eventually her hand moves down so she can circle her fingers around his wrist when his fingers are pressed into her up to the knuckle, just to hold him there, firmly in place. her body squeezes on him, hips rocking up just slightly ] Yes, oh, just a little harder on my clit. That's it, that's perfect, that's so perfect. [ she tips her head back as she exhales sharply, whining for him after ] I'm close already, holy shit-
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Oh, fuck, baby, look at you.
[ He wants to kiss her, to get his mouth anywhere on her, but he remains resolved to undo her with his fingers alone. And so he carries on as instructed, thumbs harder against her clit, rubbing firm lines against it. With each rock of his hand he tries to press his fingers deeper, curls them upwards as though to touch against his thumb. ]
How close, Nance? You gonna come for me? Fuck, I wanna see you come.
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Just keep going, Munson-
[ she lets go of his wrist, but it's just so she can tuck her hand behind her knee and tug her thigh back towards her chest, humming happily once her foot slips free from her shorts and she can actually spread her thighs apart just that little bit more. her hand ends up on his shoulder after, holding on tight, torn between wanting to drag him down closer, but not wanting to throw off the hard rhythm he's set to drive her over the edge. she wants too much, all at once, in a way that's making it hard to think.
actually... maybe it's hard to think because of the perfect way he's handling her right now, realizing that when she asked for harder she actually meant harder, and wasn't holding back for one ridiculous reason or another. he asks if she's going to come for him ( for him, fuck, why is that kind of hot?? ) and she only manages to nod at first, bottom lip caught between her teeth, which makes her mmhm sound even dirtier, somehow. and if she's staring at his mouth while her orgasm builds and builds and builds, it's only because she's thinking about how badly she wants to be kissing him, too, and the only thing that manages to yank her out of that daze is when his fingers suddenly curl against a spot deep inside of her that makes her cry out- ]
Fuck, Eddie-! [ when her hand moves from his shoulder to the side of his neck, she's fully intending on dragging him down so she can finally kiss the hell out of him while she rides out her impending orgasm, but she doesn't make it that far. not when it seems like he figured out exactly what made her get so loud just a moment ago, and the way his fingers keep curling deep inside of her against that spot that makes her vision blur is exactly what makes her start to well and truly tremble against him, panting hard against his lips until her orgasm finally, finally hits. as if she even had to wait all that long... ( what? she's greedy. and horny. and... kind of soaking around eddie's fingers now, damn ) ] nnh, wow, oh-- my gosh, whuh- wait, s'too much, I can't- [ she laughs, her hand suddenly reaching down to cover his, holding him tight to her as she rides out those last few aftershocks of her orgasm ] --whoa.
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Fuck, look at you. So fucking beautiful, you feel so good, fuck--
[ Eddie leans down to croon into her ear, lets the words fall out without thinking. Even though he's aching for her, hasn't even touched himself, it's the furthest thing from his mind. All he can think about is the feel of Nancy, each little sound she makes, every whimper and twitch of her body. It makes him feel like she's his, and while his head is still swimming with nothing but Nancy Wheeler, he can almost believe that's true. ]
There you go, that's it, baby.
[ He bites his lip, hard, still holding himself back for these last few moments. It might be the best thing he's ever seen, watching her lose herself to the pleasure, to him. It's only when the final few waves have receeded that Eddie finally withdraws his fingers. He drags them lightly over her thigh, gently despite how hungry he still is for her.
It's only another moment before his lips find hers, though the kiss is slow, languid. Despite the way everything still feels far too hot, he makes things gentle for the aftermath. ]
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once she's a little more with-it, she shifts to lay on her side instead of on her back, pressing closer, suddenly becoming very aware of how they're both only half undressed when she slides her knee over his hip and feels the denim of his jeans drag along the inside of her thigh. it doesn't seem to bother her, in fact, it's the reason why she whines into their kiss, quiet, just for him. then again, nothing bothers nancy very much right after someone fingers her exactly the way she likes it. ]
You're good at that. [ she smiles against his mouth ] Really good.
[ her heel presses against the back of his thigh as she tries to drag herself closer to him, or- maybe drag him closer to her? the jury's out on that. and one of her hands might be stuck where her arm is wedged between her and the mattress, but her other hand is smoothing down the length of his arm until she's catching his wrist again. her grip isn't as tight this time, but she's clearly not done directing how and where he touches her, and this time she's pulling his hand up between them. between their faces, so can keep her eyes on his as she urges him to turn his palm and guides those two fingers, still shiny with her arousal, to her lips. she just kitten licks at them first, mouthing at his knuckles, but doesn't take it further than that. she wants to see if he'll slip them inside her mouth himself. ]
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[ There is surely something else he could say besides 'thanks', something more charming, more flirty. But it's the only word that he can summon forth, and he leaves it at that, doesn't try to make it anything more. Eddie is all too happy to let himself get comfortable beside her, now free to touch her as he likes. Especially when she's pulling his hand to her mouth, focusing on the fingers that had just been inside her and-- oh, fuck.
Nancy won't have to wonder for long if he'll push things further, because Eddie is all too happy to push one finger into her mouth, quickly followed by the other. The sight of her lips around them makes him moan, screw his eyes tight as though the sight alone might undo him completely. All things considered, that might be true. But he also doesn't want to waste the moment, opens his eyes wide so he can watch the way her lips close around his fingers. ]
Oh, god. [ His voice trembles, sounds like he might cry. Because suddenly just being in his jeans feels like too much, every inch of him feels too hot. All he wants is her, it feels like that might be all he will ever want again. Nancy Wheeler could ruin sex for him for the rest of his life, and somehow, that's alright. As long as he gets tonight. ] Nance-- Nancy, baby, please, I need you.
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she rubs her tongue against the pads of his fingers like she'd rather have her lips around something else, making little sounds in response to his reactions, because wow- maybe it shouldn't shock her that the same guy that doesn't hesitate to jump up onto a table in the cafeteria when he feels like he has something important to say also isn't shy about being vocal in bed - with the sounds he makes moreso than the words he's saying, oddly enough - but it's still such a stark contrast to jonathan "was that a moan or was it a yawn?" byers that it flips some kinda switch inside of her that she hasn't felt in a while.
he wants her. no, needs, that's what he said, right? and she actually believes it. and it feels awesome. because maybe she's feeling more than a little needy for him, too, and needy for feeling wanted the way he wants her right now. it's a lot. it would be too easy to get caught up in this, to think about a next time, or what if? and maybe she already has a little bit. but she's determined not let her mind wander around outside of this moment, right here, because there's nothing complicated about how good she feels right now, and how badly she wants to make him feel good, too.
she tilts her head back so that his fingers slip from her mouth and drag down her chin, just so they're out of the way by the time her hand is sliding to brace the back of his neck so she can kiss him again, harder than before. and maybe the original plan she came up with 2.4 seconds ago was to just make out with him until he either creamed his pants or took back control or both, but she can't stop herself from actually, properly biting into his lip this time. she just can't. it's a slow press of her teeth, wanting him to feel it, wanting it to hurt, but the slow burning kind of hurt, more than anything too sharp or mean. because she's not trying to be mean, she's really not. she's just biting into his lip and sucking hard enough that it might feel a little bruised later, that's all. there's nothing mean about that.
eventually she backs off with a gasp, presses her forehead to his and drags her fingers down from the back of his neck to his chest instead ]
What do you need? Tell me. [ she makes a low sound, her nose bumping his as she tips her head ] You won't get it unless you ask me for it.
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[ Her names comes out of him almost broken, the words of a desperate man hungry for anything he's given. It seems all to short that his fingers aren in her mouth before she's got them sliding back out, tracing along her jaw in a mixture of come and spit. God, he might lose it right here, this might be enough to get him to come without ever being touched. But she manages to grasp hold of him, keep him anchored into reality. ]
Please, baby.
[ It doesn't bother him, the way his words come out in some sort of pathetic cry. Eddie feels confident enough by now to let himself thrust against her, desperate for any point of contact he can get. And she's so-- perfect, in the way she always is, even when she's coming off an orgasm. Perfect in a way that makes him want to throw his arms around her and drag her off somewhere, caveman style. ]
I want to fuck you.
[ There's no hope of keeping the desperation out of his voice as he swings a leg over her hips. Even with his jeans still acting as a barrier he can't help but roll his hips against her, bringing fabric against exposed skin. ]
I know I promised something-- [ It seems ages ago, they way they had flirted over text. Eddie had made some big promises then, and he still intends to keep them. Just not now. ] Please, baby, I think I'm gonna go crazy.
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he rocks up against her and it makes her breath catch, makes her drop her hand to his chest so she can dig her fingers into where it won't hurt. which is for the best, really, because eventually he finds his voice, tells her he wants to fuck her, and her fingers drag down a couple of inches. it makes her groan, too, clearly appreciating how forward it is, even as her cheeks color dark dark dark. it's not like she didn't think he'd want more than just getting each other off with their hands and mouths, it's not a shocking confession, but what she is surprised by is how it sends a rush of heat between her thighs.
and she's also surprised by being on her back again suddenly, and the rough friction of his jeans against the places where she's still so damn sensitive, and messy wet. she can feel how hard he is through his jeans and it honestly makes it hard to think for a moment. maybe she needs him to fuck her, too. his fingers felt amazing but she's pretty sure she's gotten him riled enough to well and truly fuck her into the mattress. and doesn't that sound perfect?
she grabs his face, kisses him deep, bites into his lip again. hard enough that she can see the little indents left behind after, can't help but rub her thumb over them as she huffs a breath ]
Shit, Eddie. You- You're making it too easy for me, y'know? [ she sounds too dazed to really pull off anything like arrogance, but she's trying. she knows he likes that she's bossy, but how far can she actually put that? how far will he let her? ] I can feel you, so I know how good you'd feel, deep and stretching me out. And I want that, god, I really fucking want that. But you're right, you did make a promise. And hah, I also know that if I told you I wanted you make me come again like this first, to move on me like you're fucking me until I'm coming all over your jeans, you would do it. And if I told you that you can't fuck me until you've made me come so many times on just your tongue that I can't stand to wait anymore, you do it. [ she shakes her head, tries her best to look.. serious? maybe? or at least like she's not kidding. even though she absolutely isis. because maybe she is a little mean. ] And I just don't know how I'm supposed to resist that, Munson.
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I just can't help myself.
[ The words come out in a breathless rush, as though she's snatched the air from his lungs. All of it is so-- perfect. He's had partners before Nancy, of course, and has always gotten off on putting their pleasure ahead of his own. None of them had ever commanded it the way Nancy does. That alone makes all the difference, makes him want to lock the door and never leave this room. ]
Whatever you want, baby. [ He lets his hips press against her again, both loathes and loves the few layers of fabric that still stand in the way. ] I'll make you come until you see stars.
[ With that he's easing himself off of her, settling himself back on the floor between her legs. The smile on his face is stupid and lovestruck, looking at her like she's hung the very stars in the sky. And then he's dipping his head downward, presses a sloppy kiss between her legs, savoring the taste of her. ]
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also, it's not her fault that her brow draws in tight when he starts to move back, because she was absolutely just talking shit- she didn't actually want to make him wait. and she sits up just the little bit needed so she could grip the back of his neck and drag him back up on top of her again, but- ]
O-Oh. [ it's nearly a sob, the sound she makes for him, a little bit devastated, because a) she really... really did want to drag him back up, shove his jeans down just enough to get his dick out and tell him to fuck her silly, and because b) holy shit, his mouth. it's a little bit filthy, the way his tongue slips over the most sensitive parts of her, letting her feel exactly how wet she is for him already. her hand moves to cover her own mouth then, teeth worrying at her knuckle as she whines, before she even realizes she's doing it. when he rubs his tongue over her clit with a little bit more pressure than she can actually handle right now, it makes her breath sort of hiccup and her hips squirm that little bit closer to the edge of the mattress, but when he does it again she has to force herself to keep her hips down, not actually wanting to break his nose, her fingers through his hair even though she doesn't have it in her to actually grab onto it like before, at the moment. ] Easy, Eddie, oh my god. [ she laughs, punch-drunk, her eyes half-lidded and dreamy as she looks down at him, despite the fact that she's trying to actually communicate something semi important here!! ] M'really sensitive right after I come, and mmnh, I won't be able to handle your cock if you- [ youuuuuu sorry, her brain just tapped out for a moment ] Shit, you're making it so hard to think. Okay. Just- lower, a little lower, that's- [ she moans, melting under him ] - yeah.
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I've got you.
[ It's all he can think to say before his mouth is on her again. As she asks, he goes lower, gives her clit what is apparently a much needed break. He's all too eager to get his tongue inside her, to really taste her. He keeps the arm wrapped her leg, pulls her thigh close against him as he works at her with his tongue. It's several long moments before Eddie comes up for air, his mouth glistening. He looks at her expectantly, half smiling, everything about him appearing tousled and mussed. He lets his free hand drop between his legs, stroke slowly at himself through his jeans. ]
You like that? [ He doesn't really need to ask, but does so anyway. ] Should I keep going or... [ Or. He wants to fuck her, now more than ever, but keeps himself seated between her legs. ] Tell me.
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she's more than a little dazed by the time she feels the loss of the heat of his mouth against her, and luckily for him, she's past the point of wanting to drag him back where he was to give her more. all that's left is an intense ache for him, the kind that settles deep between her thighs, and in her chest, too. she wants him everywhere, needs it in some ways, but right now all she can think about is him finally being inside her. as she sits up, she drags her shirt up over her head, tosses it onto the floor, then does the same with her bra. and by the time she's sitting up properly ( oh, god, messy messy messy, she can feel it under her ) both hands are reaching to hold his face again, and she makes another impatient noise as she drags her thumb across his lower lip. she leans in that last little bit so she can kiss him, although it's probably too much teeth and tongue to really be called a kiss. she sucks his lip into her mouth again, licks out like she's trying to chase down her own taste on his tongue.
but it doesn't last all that long, the kiss. only because she'd much rather be getting to the part where they're both naked and all over each other, yep. ]
One day, one day I'm going to sit on your face to see how many times you can make me come before I can't take it anymore. But- not today, absolutely not today. [ babble babble. all said with her lips still sort of pressed to his, muffled but not mumbled. ] C'mere. [ like he's not already all up in her personal space?? but she moves back towards the center the bed, giving him enough space to follow her, and enough time to get back on his feet, but first she only waits long enough to get her hands on his belt and zipper, making quick work of both as she smiles up at him. and it's so, so tempting to slip her hand down the front of his boxers just to watch him fall apart right there on the spot, but instead- ]
Mm, you do that, I'll get the- Yeah.
[ -instead, she leaves him to take his pants off the rest of the way, turning over to crawl closer to the pillows at the head of her bed, then reaching to pull open the little drawer on her nightstand to fish out a condom from the box there. she stays right there once she's turning back over again, sinking down into her pillows, but- ]
--whoa.
[ it's quiet, but the way her cheeks darken makes it obvious she didn't mean to actually say anything. oops. still, she doesn't seem to bashful about it beyond that, openly checking him out, and she's not sure if she's been smirky-smiling the whole time, but she lifts her hand to absently bite her knuckle once she notices it. as if that isn't just as dirty to do while looking him over. oh well. she wants to ask him about his tattoos, because of course she does, but- later. way later. and speaking of embarrassing sounds, there's one more that slips it's way out with a sharp exhale, because her eye-line finally tracks down to his cock, and she almost, almost feels bad for making him wait as long as she did, because he looks maybe ten seconds away from bursting, but... shit, if that's not the hottest thing she's seen in a while, she doesn't know what is. plus, it's okay. she'll make it up to him. ]
Damn, Eddie.
[ she huffs a laugh, then slowly sits up, crooks her finger before carefully(!!) ripping open the condom wrapper ]
Let me put it on you?
[ because um, yeah. she definitely wants to get a little handsy before they charge ahead to the main event. ]
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Eddie seems almost bewildered as she tugs him towards her, as their lips crash together in a feral sort of kiss. It seems she's changed her mind about what she wants, but the last thing he's going to do is argue. This is what he wants, after all. It feels more than a want at this point, somewhere along the way it had changed into an aching need. Eddie scrambles up onto the bed after her, takes a moment to simply admire her, naked now, looking like a fucking renaissance painting. ]
That's gonna be a fun day.
[ His voice is a little hazy around the edges, and he feels like he's playing a game of catch up now. Nancy's hands are on his belt and it takes everything he has not to thrust against her from the mere proximity. But then he's left alone for the precious few moments it takes for her to scrounge up a condom. Eddie shucks his jeans and boxers with lightning speed, if only so that he can use those precious seconds to take a few deep breaths. It goes a long way in bringing himself down from the dangerous edge of arousal-- the last thing he wants right now is to end up a two pump chump. ]
Please do.
[ Eddie leans back on his hands, trying not sound as desperate as he feels. He lets his legs fall a bit further apart, perfectly aware of her gaze as it burns white hot over him. In other circumstances that little noise she makes might have him feeling just a touch arrogant, but now, it only makes him want her to hurry up and touch him. ]
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wanna wrap this here, and we can start something new?