[ so nancy's memories of that night are more... blurry? than they are messy. she remembers everything from start to finish - after blacking out once, she's never, ever let herself get that drunk again - but the details are blurred, some moments reduced down to sensations more than anything else. she remembers his hands just the same as she remembers his mouth, and remembers trying to stay quiet and half failing. there was a thrill to it, for sure, but this right now is so much better. they might be rushing a bit, but it's because they want to, not because they have to. and nancy's not trying to hold back her moans and whines for him, even a little bit.
speaking of right now - nancy's once again struck by how comfortable she feels, even stripped down completely in front of him, and her brain is scrambling as he makes himself comfortable just out of arms reached, but not far away at all. she never thought she'd be grateful for her old bed and how small it is, but it's pretty convenient that she doesn't have to move forward much to be back in his space again. she lifts herself up to settle onto her knees in front of him, and wastes no time before reaching out to close her fist around the base of him, then slowly tugging up. her thumb tucks under the head to rub small circles over that particular spot that she's learned drives guys a little crazy, and even though she sort of knew what to expect ( or what she hoped to accomplish, anyway ), that doesn't stop her from moaning when she feels him leak for her, the pad of her thumb rubbing through his pre-cum before she drops her hand to squeeze at the base again.
she scoots forward on her knees one more time, moving as close to him as she possibly can without making him give her more space between his thighs. she's not actually looking to climb onto him ( and sink down on him until she's settled flat on his lap with him buried deep, deep deep, even though it's insanely tempting ), she just wants to be able to easily lean in to kiss him again as her hands work on getting the condom where it needs to be, between them. it's languid and filthy and she doesn't stop kissing him until the condom is rolled on all the way, double-checked with a couple more loose strokes of her hand over his full length ]
There. [ she gives him one last quick kiss, shifts her weight back onto her heels again, but then- stops. ] ... Mmn, wait. Actually?
[ she's leaning back in for more kisses, yep. and honestly, she really could spend hours kissing eddie, she's pretty sure, but right now her interests lie elsewhere. her true motives are most scandalous. ... okay, yaeh, she's really just trying to see how much longer he'll let her get away with making her wait before shoving her back and fucking her stupid, yes. ]
[ For a brief moment, all Eddie can think is thank fuck he had taken those few minutes to steady himself. Because Nancy is touching him like she was made for it, and if he hadn't gotten himself off the edge, her thumb over the head of his cock would have been his undoing. Instead, Eddie just groans, lets his hips lift just slightly to press into her touch. Her hands are so unlike his own, delicate and smooth, and yet absolutely wicked in their intentions.
She moves closer to him and the temptation to take her by the hips and pull her down onto him is almost overwhelming. Then her lips are on his and it's a surprisingly good distraction. Eddie reaches to let his hands settle on her hips all the same, but there's no urging to move her. The feeling of her mouth against his feels so impossibly right, like they were made to fit together. Eddie thinks he might also be happy to kiss her from now into eternity. It's enough to distract him from the fact she's rolling on the condom, arguably the least sexy act made sensual. ]
Jesus Christ.
[ The words are mumbled, probably lost in the frequent meeting of their mouths. Despite the fact that they've done this before-- albeit far less intentional and sensual-- everything now somehow feels like the first time. Eddie is still kissing her as he eases Nancy back against the pillows, scarcely able to pull his mouth away. But he manages it, if only so he can take in the sight of her beneath him, his gaze roaming hungrily over every inch of her. ]
You're incredibly, Nancy.
[ It's all he can manage to get out before his lips are on her again, one hand bracing itself beside her head while the other maps out her body. His fingers trace down her chest, between her breasts and across her stomach, nudging her thighs apart with surprising restraint. And then Eddie's got his hand on his own cock, positions it and himself so he can press inside her. The feeling is enough to draw a low, almost primal groan from deep within him, as he lets his hips sink against her. This is surely the closest to heaven he will ever feel. ]
[ nancy's easily lead as he guides her to lay back, her hands only leaving him when she needs to brace herself against the bed to scoot back and get comfortable. and she's reaching for him again almost immediately, her fingers practically itching to get a good grip in his hair, and like, maybe also trace over the thin lines of the spider tattoo that's right there, but then he's breaking their kiss to pull back a bit, and she picks her head up to follow him before she can stop herself. she huffs a breath as she settles back again, not quite rolling her eyes at the compliment, but her gaze certainly shifts in a way that's more than a little bashful. there might've even been a quiet "shut up" pressed against his lips before she laughs, then kisses him back.
his hand smooths down her body and she can't help the way her back arches, pressing into it, her legs moving to settle on either side of him so he can slide in that little bit closer. she can feel his dick rubbing against her and she really did have full intentions of dragging him back down to kiss her again, but- ] Oh, fuck. [ she's just- so damn grateful that he made her come around his fingers first, because- well, it's been a while. and even though she's turned on beyond all reason, and so ready to feel him fill her, it's still a lot. it's a stretch. but it's a beautiful kind of ache, the kind that has her tucking her knees back as she wraps her legs around his hips properly, opening herself up to him more, so she feels him pressing deep by the time his hips are flush against her. ]
God, I- [ one of her hands grips his shoulder while the other settles flat against his chest, which is the only non-verbal way she can think to communicate "stay right there", because words aren't a thing right now? but she's sure her intention is clear, because she's gripping his arm too tight for it to come off like she's changed her mind, and he can probably feel the way her body is clenched too-tight around him before she slowly starts to get used to the stretch, and relax into it. she releases a tense breath after a moment, but it opens up into a smile, and her heel bumps the back of his thigh as she quickly leans up to steal a kiss. the slight shift makes her whimper against his lips, but any trace of that need-a-minute tension is luckily long gone, and once she's pressing her head back into the pillow again to look up at him properly, she rocks her hips up against him ] M'ready for you now. Don't you dare hold back, not even a little bit. [ her hips roll against his again ] Wanna feel you tomorrow.
[ Eddie takes his time as he sinks into her, savors every inch of it. It's mutually beneficial anyway, gives her a few extra seconds to adjust. He's grinning, in the stupid, ear to ear, kid on Christmas kind of way. It might not be a particularly sexy look, but that is the furthest thing from his mind right now. Partially because the only thing on his mind currently is nancy, nancy, nancy. The feel of her beneath him, the smell of sex and sweat, the way she hooks her legs around him. And of course, the feeling of being fully inside her. Yeah, that's a big one. ]
I've got you.
[ It's about the only thing he can think to say, especially when she's just told him not to hold anything back. Words don't matter much at this point, but he intends to rise the occasion. One hand remains on her thigh while he braces his other against the bed. Then he picks up a rhythm with his hips, slow and careful at first, until he's sure she's ready for more. The pace picks up in increments, turns over into something nearly frantic. Eddie goes surprisingly quiet aside from the way his breathing picks up, mingled with low grunts of effort and the occasional gasp.
All his focus has sharpened into a singular point, in giving Nancy just what she's asked for. Each thrust sends something exploding inside him, makes his head swim with pleasure. He can feel heat and pleasure coiling deep within him, but he keeps up his relentless pace without pause. At some point the pants and grunts take a more solid shape, turn into heated murmurings of her name over and over again, falling from his lips like water. The hand on her thigh wedges its way between them, works at her clit with a fervent pace. ]
Oh, fuck, baby.
[ His voice quavers in a way that sounds hairs away from a sob, knowing that he won't last much longer. But he hangs on, relentless in the way he thrusts into her, trying to draw this out as long as he can manage. ]
[ it's hard not to smile back when he's smiling at her like that, but her smile is definitely more... dazed. distant, almost, while still being so intensely present, her eyes on his and her hands moving as she ties to figure out how she wants to hold onto him. turns out, that's a pretty impossible decision when she wants to be touching him everywhere. but the decision gets made for her when he starts to move, one hand curled over his shoulder while the other grips his forearm, holding on tight. and it's good, the way he eases into it, because she's only now realizing how sensitive she really is after already coming for him once around his fingers, and then nearly a second when he was eating her out, but she got too impatient for more. for this. which is actually possibly too good, because even though she's determined to keep watching him, she doesn't have much control over the expression on her face, so that smile melts into something a little bit filthy and a little bit overwhelmed, jaw dropping as she keens and oh, oh, oh. it's only once he sets that frantic pace that she actually moves with him as much as she can with him holding her open by her thigh, hips canting up and rocking into the movement, wanting to feel as much of him as she can.
maybe if she had more presence of mind she'd try talking to him again, give him something filthy to think about later, but every time she tries she just ends up gasping as her stomach muscles tremble, or groaning as her head digs back into the pillow behind her, eyes squeezing shut because she's going to come again already, she can feel it, and she just! doesn't want to yet? maybe? because- he's fucking her just the way she needs it, exactly like she told him to, and suddenly there's those words she was looking for, but they're not quite as eloquent ( or even just ..intentional ) as she'd like them to be. damnit. ah well. it's something that vaguely sounds like-
"you-- Eddie, nnh, Eddie that's so - fuck, fuck, fuck - Oh, ghh- oh, you feel so good."
more or less.
but all of that gets cut off when his fingers find her clit, and the moan she gives him is something that's close to a sob, then a gasp, then a drawn-out groan as she comes again. her grip on him is suddenly bruising and harsh as she tries to keep moving and ride it out with him, and her short nails are digging into his shoulder, she can feel it, but she can't get enough control over herself to ease up. her legs are also tighter around his hips, squeezing and probably making it a little more difficult for him to keep fucking her at the pace that he is. which two minutes ago would be devastating, but at this point she's so sensitive that those full thrusts might have been pushing it.
luckily, she's still in that perfect, glowy, trembling downward plunge of coming down from her orgasm ( while he's still fucking her for more, fuck ) when she sees it, that tell-tale desperate look in his eyes that he's trying to keep going for her, and she's back to smiling again, digging her heels into his thighs and moving her hand to brace against his chest as she ruts her hips up to meet him for those last few thrusts. she's overstimulated at this point, for sure, but it's the good kind right now, a pleasure-pain that has her tightening up even more around him ]
--so perfect, fuck, being so good for me. [ she groans ] Gonna come for me now? Want you to, please, let me feel you. [ so he's wearing a condom, but like. listen. her brain is basically taffy at this point, and dirty talk is dirty talk. let her live. ] Come for me.
[ It takes everything he has to hold on, to not find his orgasm before she does. All things considered he doesn't think she would even taken offense to it, and he'd be happy to make sure he takes care of her afterwards. But Eddie hangs on to what feels like his last shred of sanity, the only thing keeping him from toppling over the edge. Every little sound she makes sends lightning crackling down his spine, makes the heat coiled within him almost unbearable.
And then he can feel it, from the way she tightens her body around his and how he can feel her practically clench around his cock. A string of expletives tumble out of him, slurred together into something barely intelligible. Stars trip and dance across his vision, exploding behind his eyes. It's one last thrust, as much as he can manage with the way her heels dig into him, that Eddie finally hits the release he's been so desperately craving. ]
Nancy-- [ Her name comes out like a sob, sounds as broken as he feels. Eddie lets his head drop to burrow against her neck, muffling the guttural sound of his cry. ] Fuck, baby, you, I-- I...
[ It's difficult enough to get words out, let alone form something even close to a coherent sentence. His body trembles against her, his hips twitching in small, frantic, motions as he comes. Eddie's breathing begins to slow, turning from quick and shallow to long and slow as he eases himself back down to Earth. For a moment Eddie remains still, pressed against Nancy even as his cock softens inside her.
With great reluctance, Eddie withdraws from her, slow and gentle. He whimpers softly at the loss of contact, misses the feeling of her as soon as it's gone. But it's a necessary separation, the both of them overworked and overstimulated. Eddie lets himself collapse next to Nancy, presses himself against her side. Eddie reaches down to get rid of the condom, tosses it over the side of the bed with a silent promise to make sure he takes care of it later. ]
Oh my god. [ Eddie half sighs, half laughs as he says it, lets an arm drape clumsily across her waist. They're both too hot, but he craves the connection. ] You're amazing, Nancy.
[ her arms are around him as soon as he's lower and curling up closer to her, from the start of his orgasm until he starts to relax, one hand loosely tangled in his hair and the other pressed between his shoulder blades. it's just as much for her as it is for him, needing to hold on tight to ground herself, and wanting to touch him in whatever ways she can that might drag his orgasm out even just a little longer. or the rush from it, at least.
and yeah, maybe nancy did make a pouty sound when she felt him start to lift off of her, because she really is way too sensitive, but also, maybe she was comfortable? and also maybe she's gross, and likes staying just like that for a little longer than they probably should? she's pleading the 5th on that one. but she tips her head to the side to watch him as he moves away for the moment, her nose scrunching when he knots the condom and just drops it ( why are boys the worst sometimes? ), but the expression doesn't last. not when he's laying down again, and she's almost immediately distracted by the mess of hair she's so not used to her partners having, her hand moving up and over so she can push her fingers through it again, without even thinking twice about it. the main intention was to just push those few rebellious waves back off of his face as best as she could, but when it's obvious he liked her hand in his hair, she turns towards him a little more so it's easier to keep doing it. because... yep, she gets it.
but it also means there's no way he's going to miss the way her eyes roll when he calls her amazing, again, even as she smiles. ]
I'm starting to think you're just trying to get me to tell you to shut up again. [ it's a blink-and-you'll-miss-it expression, but nancy snarls her lip on "shut up", the very picture of intimidation. although in reality, her voice is too soft to be all that snarky, not quite sleepy, but a few steps ahead of relaxed, for sure. she scoots a little closer to him, despite the fact that they could both probably use a little more time to cool down. she's just- affectionate after sex. not clingy, but, y'know. handsy? yeah. ] C'mere. [ she doesn't know how she wants to be closer to him yet, just that she wants to be in general ]
[ It's a joke, accompanied by a little, breathy laugh, but in every joke there is a kernel of truth. He expects to be shown the door in the near future, and wants to make the most of whatever time he has left in her room, tangled up together. It helps that she works her fingers through his hair in a way that nearly makes him purr, that the press of their bodies together goes from the feel of raging furnace to pleasantly warm. The afterglow snakes its way through his brain, flips off the last few switches connecting him to rational thought. ]
Think I just like you in general.
[ And really, what's not to like? The fact that she's smoking hot aside, she's whip smart, goes after and gets what she wants. And if just for the hour, Eddie is what she wants, he's all too happy to provide. Eddie pulls her closer, even when the space between their body is down to a handful of inches. The hand at her waist slips back to run lazy, looping lines against her back. She's soft to the touch, even as calloused fingertips trace over the bumps of her spine. ]
Oh, you like me, huh? Well, I'm glad you finally just said so. You were being so subtle about it.
[ she says, her tone more flirtatious than it has any right to be, as she moves in to shorten the space between them down to zero, comfortably draping herself along his side, her thigh bending to rest over his, and her body turned in so she can kindasorta curl up on his chest. which means she can't really give him the same kind of head scratches she was a second ago, but she's toying with the ends of his hair instead, curling and uncurling it around her fingers. so she's not gearing up to take a nap or anything, but she also... doesn't want him to leave yet. and snuggling up with him is an easier way to communicate that than, y'know, actually saying so.
because she's not naive, okay, she's not. she knows that this might begin and end at just being an opportunity, and she wouldn't be offended if he wanted to head out sooner than later, now that they've already fooled around. but it turns out she'd actually rather not make it an easy decision for him! not yet. ]
M'just relieved, that's all, since I think I might just like you, too. [ she pauses, grins ] In general.
[ Eddie sounds, feels, a little desperate. It's not like he's had a litany of casual hookups, but he's had some, and none of them had been like this. Nancy is curling up close to him, as if she doesn't want him to go, and Eddie chooses to believe that's the truth as his grip tightens around her. They seem to fit so perfectly together, in a way that makes his heart throb, that makes him feel like a true fucking idiot. ]
You can't mean that.
[ That's the only way he can wrap his head around things. Look, Eddie can admit that he's good in bed, that he's given her enough of an orgasm to send her thought process askew. Because there's no way that Nancy Wheeler could like him in general, not when she's destined for things better than Hawkins, while he's... a super-super senior. No direction and no prospects, the last thing she's supposed to want. But the way she touches him, plays with his hair-- it makes him so fucking weak, like all his joints have been set to collapse. ]
I'm just... trying to be less of a loser than normal.
[ her smile falters a touch with the way he says her name, and she's worried for a second that she pushed it too far, somehow. maybe she pushed the wrong button, or fully said the wrong thing. because maybe what worked before over texts doesn't work here, face to face? or in bed, even. but she's not left in suspense for very long, not when he says you can't mean that. because she might have her own small arsenal of emotional blind spots and hangups, but she knows he's not just casually calling her a liar right now. it sounds almost- defensive, but in the exact opposite way that might normally make her want to tease someone more.
no, he actually believes that she doesn't actually like him. or could like him. a thought which has her shaking her head, pulling herself up enough that she can brace herself with her hand pressed flat to his chest, so she can actually look at him properly. and, ah, they're still both very naked, and moving her body along his was just distracting enough to have her sucking in a small breath, but- she's focused, she is.
and normally she doesn't make a habit of putting people on the spot in her personal life, even though that's something she plans on doing regularly in her "professional" life once she becomes a journalist, but she knows that's kind of what she's doing now, with the way she's willing him to look at her properly, and let her eyes find his. plus, the idea of him thinking about this beyond whether or not she just likes him ( in general ) hasn't actually crossed her mind at all, it's not even on her radar, so this feels like- a safe/positive putting-on-the-spot move. sort of. she wants it to be, at least. she's trying. her question comes out soft, too soft, to seem like anything but sincere ]
[ Eddie scrounges around inside himself for a sentence, but for once he's left speechless. Really, he should expected her to call him out on that, because if he knows anything about her it's that she will always figure out her way to the truth of the matter. He shifts a little beside her, not uneasy, but not entirely comfortable either. For as confident as he had felt about sex, suddenly something as simple as her liking him has him feeling unsure. ]
I don't know.
[ A rush of breath slips out of him, mingles into a nervous laugh. The wheels inside his head are spinning as fast as they can at this moment, though it doesn't amount to all that much. Usually it's easy for him to deflect, to shift attention elsewhere or turn it into the joke. But he's left spinning his wheels, trying to figure out how to tell Nancy that she shouldn't actually like him. This is made all the more difficult by the fact that he wants her to, and badly. ]
I'm just a drug dealing, burn out, two time high school failure. Kind of all the opposite things you are.
[ he's quiet at first, which is surprising? but also not. and it probably doesn't help that she still has her eyes on his, watching him from like, right there. but she can't seem to help it. not until she feels him move under her, at least, then she moves to settle more on her side again, one hand propping her head up while the one on his chest traces little circles and swoops, just under his collar bones.
she's about a second away from telling him he doesn't have to answer her, insist that she likes him and that he just has to deal with it, but he finally gives her an answer before she gets the chance. and answer that she doesn't love, which is made obvious by the way her eyes just mildly roll. it was a sensitive eye-roll. considerate, even. ]
Uh-huh, right. A burnout? Really? I'm sorry, but that's bullshit. I've been around burnouts before, you're not like that. [ said with all the confidence in the world, as if that dismisses the thought entirely. nope. she doesn't accept that one. ] And... Okay, I'm not about to pretend that knowing you- deal doesn't make me nervous, but that doesn't- [ her lips purse as she tries to think of how she wants to say this ] There are much worse things to be than a dealer. The only way it would be a problem for me is if people were getting hurt. And they're not, so. I'm not about to judge you for that, Eddie. [ she huffs a breath of a laugh now too, because yeah, shit. she has way too much experience with people who are capable of wayyyy worse things. ] I'm also not going to judge you over not graduating, either. I am judging our guidance department for not signing you up for mandatory tutoring after that first year, though, because you are definitely not the first person at Hawkins High to need a second shot, and there's no reason why they didn't- What, just because you don't wear a varsity jacket, that means you-? [ she's... going off on a tangent, isn't she? yep. she huffs, shakes her head. ] School is important to me, that's... obvious. But I'd never write someone off just because it's not the same for them.
[ she stops to take another breath, her hand sliding up to brace against the side of his neck now, her thumb tracing over his jaw. ]
You're a good guy, Eddie. In the ways that actually matter. [ because she'd be a big ol' hypocrite if she made being "GOOD" a requirement for her to like him. since, hah, she's pretty sure she's not a good person, in some ways. but. that's not the point they're because they're not talking about her!!! ] Plus- [ her nose scrunches, and her voice goes a little quieter, like she's sharing a secret ] Do you really think you'd be here if I didn't like you?
[ Eddie feels embarrassed, unsure, and despite that he can't keep his eyes off Nancy. Especially not when she's saying exactly what he wants, needs to hear from her. Yeah, he can give a girl an orgasm, and he thinks that's a skill to be pretty fucking proud of. Even as she debunks every reason why she has no business actually liking him, Eddie can't help but feel uneasy, as if this is all leading up to some big punchline. But it doesn't come, and Nancy shreds his defenses away like tissue paper. ]
Well, yeah, I guess there's something about me to like.
[ He's still unsure, but he's coming around to the idea that dating him might not be a death sentence. It's not that he really thinks he's dumb, just that he isn't destine for learning in the traditional sense. Eddie goes quiet again, takes a moment to just look at her. She's so beautiful, even now, when she's telling him just how wrong he is. A trace of smile flits across his face as he reaches to tuck a wayward strand of hair behind her ear. ]
I guess I just thought you'd want something better than me.
[ But it occurs to him then that he has no idea what Nancy really wants beyond this moment. The idea that it could actually be him sends a new kind of heat rushing through him, exhilarated but still unsure. Words begin to escape him, and so he dips his head to kiss her. It's slow, needy and a little unsure, but desperate for the feel of her, their tongues moving together with languid intention. ]
You're just like the fine china. [ He laughs a little as their lips break apart, but keeps their faces close together. ] And I'm the plastic cutlery.
[ it's funny, because nancy keeps going back and forth on if she thinks eddie is all open emotion, heart on a platter, play-to-the-back-of-the-stadium honesty, or if he's actually even harder to track than she is, and just has a much better way of hiding it. being this close to him, is she just getting the chance to see that some of the edges that make up eddie munson are a little softer than she thought? or is it that she's too close to see the bigger, sharper image? ultimately what's tripping her up is that she thinks she sees something like vulnerability in his eyes while he watches her, and she almost feels like she can't process that. can't comprehend it.
but that's probably because she can't think of a reason why it would even matter to him, what she thinks of him. well, okay. she knows what it feels like to need some reassurance - you want me here, right? you want to be here with me? - but beyond that? who the hell is she, really? what is she missing? this just in, nancy wheeler is an idiot. she wants to object to that, about wanting something "better than him", because what does that even mean..? but then he's kissing her and there, this is something she understands. maybe she can reassure him like this, in the way she's kissing him back. she matches his pace, leaning into it, licking into his mouth and barely giving herself enough space between their lips to take a breath when she needs it.
she's drifting around in that thoroughly-kissed headspace when she hears ( and feels ) him start talking, the rush of air that comes with that laugh, but it takes her a second to clue into what he's actually saying ]
Ugh. Stop that.
[ he's laughing, which means she can tease him for it, taking the opportunity to nip at his lip, because no, god, that's the last thing she wants him to think ]
You and I are in the same silverware drawer, okay? And maybe- one of your prongs might be bent after it got caught in the dishwasher, and maybe I got bent a little out of shape, too, after someone tried to use me to scoop ice cream that was just too cold, but the point-! The point is that you really need to quit that. [ she pauses to kiss him quick, a hard press of her lips against his, like it's some kind of reprimand. her tone is even a little more insistent, almost stern, even though she's still close enough to bump his nose with hers ] I am not better than you. And you're not less than anybody else. Not even a little bit. Got it?
[ Eddie regrets the dish ware analogy almost easily, because when Nancy turns it back around on him it is so terribly disarming. It makes him feel more vulnerable than talk of forks and spoons have any business doing. It's also just-- bizarre, in general. Maybe that's why Eddie doesn't talk feelings much, because he can never quite figure out how to get them to make sense when spoken aloud. But Nancy does seem to get it, if the way she takes his metaphor and runs with it is any indication. He's not sure there's an exact word for how he's feeling in this moment, equal parts embarrassed, relieved, hopeful. It's not entirely unpleasant. ]
Okay, okay, I get it.
[ He chuckles then, soft and low, needing something to fill the space. Nancy likes him, in a real way, and she sees him as something more than a loser that just so happens to know his way around the female body. That is somehow a lot to take in, if only because it feels like his wildest dream come to life. And apparently he just has to accept that as reality. Which is totally fine by him, sort of, but also feels totally mind bending. ]
I am as good as Nancy Wheeler. [ Eddie says it with a lopsided smile. There are many strange things he's said in his life, but this somehow feels like the strangest. ] Or, you are as good as Eddie Munson. You sure you're okay with that?
[ He reaches for one of her hands, pulls it close to his face so he can press a slow line of kisses against her knuckles. He's not sure if he really believes what he's just said, but thinks if he says it enough he might be able to speak it into existence. ]
wanna wrap this here, and we can start something new?
[ eddie kissing her knuckles might be sweet, and it feels nice, but it also feels like he's sort of just taking a second to hide behind them, too. which makes her eyes narrow a little, like she's clocking him and wants to make sure he knows it. i see what you're doing. but she'll let him off the hook, satisfied with the amount of time she's already put him on the spot. ]
Yes, I'm sure.
[ she nods slowly, then picks herself up a bit, just enough to swing her knee over his middle to settle on the other side of his hip, so she's right on top of him when she lowers herself back down. she sits back far enough that she isn't sitting right on his dick, but she's close. she takes her hand back just so she can hold his face, lets her hair fall around them as she leans down to kiss him again. it's slow, almost lazy, but the way she's eventually licking at his lips until he opens his mouth for her is anything but. ]
Hey. [ she takes his lower lip between her teeth, worrying it before slowly dragging off ] You still owe me another orgasm, Munson. [ she slowly rolls her hips against him, her eyes rolling shut at the feel of his pelvis against where she's still so sensitive ] Get to it.
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speaking of right now - nancy's once again struck by how comfortable she feels, even stripped down completely in front of him, and her brain is scrambling as he makes himself comfortable just out of arms reached, but not far away at all. she never thought she'd be grateful for her old bed and how small it is, but it's pretty convenient that she doesn't have to move forward much to be back in his space again. she lifts herself up to settle onto her knees in front of him, and wastes no time before reaching out to close her fist around the base of him, then slowly tugging up. her thumb tucks under the head to rub small circles over that particular spot that she's learned drives guys a little crazy, and even though she sort of knew what to expect ( or what she hoped to accomplish, anyway ), that doesn't stop her from moaning when she feels him leak for her, the pad of her thumb rubbing through his pre-cum before she drops her hand to squeeze at the base again.
she scoots forward on her knees one more time, moving as close to him as she possibly can without making him give her more space between his thighs. she's not actually looking to climb onto him ( and sink down on him until she's settled flat on his lap with him buried deep, deep deep, even though it's insanely tempting ), she just wants to be able to easily lean in to kiss him again as her hands work on getting the condom where it needs to be, between them. it's languid and filthy and she doesn't stop kissing him until the condom is rolled on all the way, double-checked with a couple more loose strokes of her hand over his full length ]
There. [ she gives him one last quick kiss, shifts her weight back onto her heels again, but then- stops. ] ... Mmn, wait. Actually?
[ she's leaning back in for more kisses, yep. and honestly, she really could spend hours kissing eddie, she's pretty sure, but right now her interests lie elsewhere. her true motives are most scandalous. ... okay, yaeh, she's really just trying to see how much longer he'll let her get away with making her wait before shoving her back and fucking her stupid, yes. ]
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She moves closer to him and the temptation to take her by the hips and pull her down onto him is almost overwhelming. Then her lips are on his and it's a surprisingly good distraction. Eddie reaches to let his hands settle on her hips all the same, but there's no urging to move her. The feeling of her mouth against his feels so impossibly right, like they were made to fit together. Eddie thinks he might also be happy to kiss her from now into eternity. It's enough to distract him from the fact she's rolling on the condom, arguably the least sexy act made sensual. ]
Jesus Christ.
[ The words are mumbled, probably lost in the frequent meeting of their mouths. Despite the fact that they've done this before-- albeit far less intentional and sensual-- everything now somehow feels like the first time. Eddie is still kissing her as he eases Nancy back against the pillows, scarcely able to pull his mouth away. But he manages it, if only so he can take in the sight of her beneath him, his gaze roaming hungrily over every inch of her. ]
You're incredibly, Nancy.
[ It's all he can manage to get out before his lips are on her again, one hand bracing itself beside her head while the other maps out her body. His fingers trace down her chest, between her breasts and across her stomach, nudging her thighs apart with surprising restraint. And then Eddie's got his hand on his own cock, positions it and himself so he can press inside her. The feeling is enough to draw a low, almost primal groan from deep within him, as he lets his hips sink against her. This is surely the closest to heaven he will ever feel. ]
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his hand smooths down her body and she can't help the way her back arches, pressing into it, her legs moving to settle on either side of him so he can slide in that little bit closer. she can feel his dick rubbing against her and she really did have full intentions of dragging him back down to kiss her again, but- ] Oh, fuck. [ she's just- so damn grateful that he made her come around his fingers first, because- well, it's been a while. and even though she's turned on beyond all reason, and so ready to feel him fill her, it's still a lot. it's a stretch. but it's a beautiful kind of ache, the kind that has her tucking her knees back as she wraps her legs around his hips properly, opening herself up to him more, so she feels him pressing deep by the time his hips are flush against her. ]
God, I- [ one of her hands grips his shoulder while the other settles flat against his chest, which is the only non-verbal way she can think to communicate "stay right there", because words aren't a thing right now? but she's sure her intention is clear, because she's gripping his arm too tight for it to come off like she's changed her mind, and he can probably feel the way her body is clenched too-tight around him before she slowly starts to get used to the stretch, and relax into it. she releases a tense breath after a moment, but it opens up into a smile, and her heel bumps the back of his thigh as she quickly leans up to steal a kiss. the slight shift makes her whimper against his lips, but any trace of that need-a-minute tension is luckily long gone, and once she's pressing her head back into the pillow again to look up at him properly, she rocks her hips up against him ] M'ready for you now. Don't you dare hold back, not even a little bit. [ her hips roll against his again ] Wanna feel you tomorrow.
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I've got you.
[ It's about the only thing he can think to say, especially when she's just told him not to hold anything back. Words don't matter much at this point, but he intends to rise the occasion. One hand remains on her thigh while he braces his other against the bed. Then he picks up a rhythm with his hips, slow and careful at first, until he's sure she's ready for more. The pace picks up in increments, turns over into something nearly frantic. Eddie goes surprisingly quiet aside from the way his breathing picks up, mingled with low grunts of effort and the occasional gasp.
All his focus has sharpened into a singular point, in giving Nancy just what she's asked for. Each thrust sends something exploding inside him, makes his head swim with pleasure. He can feel heat and pleasure coiling deep within him, but he keeps up his relentless pace without pause. At some point the pants and grunts take a more solid shape, turn into heated murmurings of her name over and over again, falling from his lips like water. The hand on her thigh wedges its way between them, works at her clit with a fervent pace. ]
Oh, fuck, baby.
[ His voice quavers in a way that sounds hairs away from a sob, knowing that he won't last much longer. But he hangs on, relentless in the way he thrusts into her, trying to draw this out as long as he can manage. ]
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maybe if she had more presence of mind she'd try talking to him again, give him something filthy to think about later, but every time she tries she just ends up gasping as her stomach muscles tremble, or groaning as her head digs back into the pillow behind her, eyes squeezing shut because she's going to come again already, she can feel it, and she just! doesn't want to yet? maybe? because- he's fucking her just the way she needs it, exactly like she told him to, and suddenly there's those words she was looking for, but they're not quite as eloquent ( or even just ..intentional ) as she'd like them to be. damnit. ah well. it's something that vaguely sounds like-
"you-- Eddie, nnh, Eddie that's so - fuck, fuck, fuck - Oh, ghh- oh, you feel so good."
more or less.
but all of that gets cut off when his fingers find her clit, and the moan she gives him is something that's close to a sob, then a gasp, then a drawn-out groan as she comes again. her grip on him is suddenly bruising and harsh as she tries to keep moving and ride it out with him, and her short nails are digging into his shoulder, she can feel it, but she can't get enough control over herself to ease up. her legs are also tighter around his hips, squeezing and probably making it a little more difficult for him to keep fucking her at the pace that he is. which two minutes ago would be devastating, but at this point she's so sensitive that those full thrusts might have been pushing it.
luckily, she's still in that perfect, glowy, trembling downward plunge of coming down from her orgasm ( while he's still fucking her for more, fuck ) when she sees it, that tell-tale desperate look in his eyes that he's trying to keep going for her, and she's back to smiling again, digging her heels into his thighs and moving her hand to brace against his chest as she ruts her hips up to meet him for those last few thrusts. she's overstimulated at this point, for sure, but it's the good kind right now, a pleasure-pain that has her tightening up even more around him ]
--so perfect, fuck, being so good for me. [ she groans ] Gonna come for me now? Want you to, please, let me feel you. [ so he's wearing a condom, but like. listen. her brain is basically taffy at this point, and dirty talk is dirty talk. let her live. ] Come for me.
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And then he can feel it, from the way she tightens her body around his and how he can feel her practically clench around his cock. A string of expletives tumble out of him, slurred together into something barely intelligible. Stars trip and dance across his vision, exploding behind his eyes. It's one last thrust, as much as he can manage with the way her heels dig into him, that Eddie finally hits the release he's been so desperately craving. ]
Nancy-- [ Her name comes out like a sob, sounds as broken as he feels. Eddie lets his head drop to burrow against her neck, muffling the guttural sound of his cry. ] Fuck, baby, you, I-- I...
[ It's difficult enough to get words out, let alone form something even close to a coherent sentence. His body trembles against her, his hips twitching in small, frantic, motions as he comes. Eddie's breathing begins to slow, turning from quick and shallow to long and slow as he eases himself back down to Earth. For a moment Eddie remains still, pressed against Nancy even as his cock softens inside her.
With great reluctance, Eddie withdraws from her, slow and gentle. He whimpers softly at the loss of contact, misses the feeling of her as soon as it's gone. But it's a necessary separation, the both of them overworked and overstimulated. Eddie lets himself collapse next to Nancy, presses himself against her side. Eddie reaches down to get rid of the condom, tosses it over the side of the bed with a silent promise to make sure he takes care of it later. ]
Oh my god. [ Eddie half sighs, half laughs as he says it, lets an arm drape clumsily across her waist. They're both too hot, but he craves the connection. ] You're amazing, Nancy.
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and yeah, maybe nancy did make a pouty sound when she felt him start to lift off of her, because she really is way too sensitive, but also, maybe she was comfortable? and also maybe she's gross, and likes staying just like that for a little longer than they probably should? she's pleading the 5th on that one. but she tips her head to the side to watch him as he moves away for the moment, her nose scrunching when he knots the condom and just drops it ( why are boys the worst sometimes? ), but the expression doesn't last. not when he's laying down again, and she's almost immediately distracted by the mess of hair she's so not used to her partners having, her hand moving up and over so she can push her fingers through it again, without even thinking twice about it. the main intention was to just push those few rebellious waves back off of his face as best as she could, but when it's obvious he liked her hand in his hair, she turns towards him a little more so it's easier to keep doing it. because... yep, she gets it.
but it also means there's no way he's going to miss the way her eyes roll when he calls her amazing, again, even as she smiles. ]
I'm starting to think you're just trying to get me to tell you to shut up again. [ it's a blink-and-you'll-miss-it expression, but nancy snarls her lip on "shut up", the very picture of intimidation. although in reality, her voice is too soft to be all that snarky, not quite sleepy, but a few steps ahead of relaxed, for sure. she scoots a little closer to him, despite the fact that they could both probably use a little more time to cool down. she's just- affectionate after sex. not clingy, but, y'know. handsy? yeah. ] C'mere. [ she doesn't know how she wants to be closer to him yet, just that she wants to be in general ]
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[ It's a joke, accompanied by a little, breathy laugh, but in every joke there is a kernel of truth. He expects to be shown the door in the near future, and wants to make the most of whatever time he has left in her room, tangled up together. It helps that she works her fingers through his hair in a way that nearly makes him purr, that the press of their bodies together goes from the feel of raging furnace to pleasantly warm. The afterglow snakes its way through his brain, flips off the last few switches connecting him to rational thought. ]
Think I just like you in general.
[ And really, what's not to like? The fact that she's smoking hot aside, she's whip smart, goes after and gets what she wants. And if just for the hour, Eddie is what she wants, he's all too happy to provide. Eddie pulls her closer, even when the space between their body is down to a handful of inches. The hand at her waist slips back to run lazy, looping lines against her back. She's soft to the touch, even as calloused fingertips trace over the bumps of her spine. ]
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[ she says, her tone more flirtatious than it has any right to be, as she moves in to shorten the space between them down to zero, comfortably draping herself along his side, her thigh bending to rest over his, and her body turned in so she can kindasorta curl up on his chest. which means she can't really give him the same kind of head scratches she was a second ago, but she's toying with the ends of his hair instead, curling and uncurling it around her fingers. so she's not gearing up to take a nap or anything, but she also... doesn't want him to leave yet. and snuggling up with him is an easier way to communicate that than, y'know, actually saying so.
because she's not naive, okay, she's not. she knows that this might begin and end at just being an opportunity, and she wouldn't be offended if he wanted to head out sooner than later, now that they've already fooled around. but it turns out she'd actually rather not make it an easy decision for him! not yet. ]
M'just relieved, that's all, since I think I might just like you, too. [ she pauses, grins ] In general.
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[ Eddie sounds, feels, a little desperate. It's not like he's had a litany of casual hookups, but he's had some, and none of them had been like this. Nancy is curling up close to him, as if she doesn't want him to go, and Eddie chooses to believe that's the truth as his grip tightens around her. They seem to fit so perfectly together, in a way that makes his heart throb, that makes him feel like a true fucking idiot. ]
You can't mean that.
[ That's the only way he can wrap his head around things. Look, Eddie can admit that he's good in bed, that he's given her enough of an orgasm to send her thought process askew. Because there's no way that Nancy Wheeler could like him in general, not when she's destined for things better than Hawkins, while he's... a super-super senior. No direction and no prospects, the last thing she's supposed to want. But the way she touches him, plays with his hair-- it makes him so fucking weak, like all his joints have been set to collapse. ]
I'm just... trying to be less of a loser than normal.
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no, he actually believes that she doesn't actually like him. or could like him. a thought which has her shaking her head, pulling herself up enough that she can brace herself with her hand pressed flat to his chest, so she can actually look at him properly. and, ah, they're still both very naked, and moving her body along his was just distracting enough to have her sucking in a small breath, but- she's focused, she is.
and normally she doesn't make a habit of putting people on the spot in her personal life, even though that's something she plans on doing regularly in her "professional" life once she becomes a journalist, but she knows that's kind of what she's doing now, with the way she's willing him to look at her properly, and let her eyes find his. plus, the idea of him thinking about this beyond whether or not she just likes him ( in general ) hasn't actually crossed her mind at all, it's not even on her radar, so this feels like- a safe/positive putting-on-the-spot move. sort of. she wants it to be, at least. she's trying. her question comes out soft, too soft, to seem like anything but sincere ]
Why exactly can't I mean that?
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[ Eddie scrounges around inside himself for a sentence, but for once he's left speechless. Really, he should expected her to call him out on that, because if he knows anything about her it's that she will always figure out her way to the truth of the matter. He shifts a little beside her, not uneasy, but not entirely comfortable either. For as confident as he had felt about sex, suddenly something as simple as her liking him has him feeling unsure. ]
I don't know.
[ A rush of breath slips out of him, mingles into a nervous laugh. The wheels inside his head are spinning as fast as they can at this moment, though it doesn't amount to all that much. Usually it's easy for him to deflect, to shift attention elsewhere or turn it into the joke. But he's left spinning his wheels, trying to figure out how to tell Nancy that she shouldn't actually like him. This is made all the more difficult by the fact that he wants her to, and badly. ]
I'm just a drug dealing, burn out, two time high school failure. Kind of all the opposite things you are.
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she's about a second away from telling him he doesn't have to answer her, insist that she likes him and that he just has to deal with it, but he finally gives her an answer before she gets the chance. and answer that she doesn't love, which is made obvious by the way her eyes just mildly roll. it was a sensitive eye-roll. considerate, even. ]
Uh-huh, right. A burnout? Really? I'm sorry, but that's bullshit. I've been around burnouts before, you're not like that. [ said with all the confidence in the world, as if that dismisses the thought entirely. nope. she doesn't accept that one. ] And... Okay, I'm not about to pretend that knowing you- deal doesn't make me nervous, but that doesn't- [ her lips purse as she tries to think of how she wants to say this ] There are much worse things to be than a dealer. The only way it would be a problem for me is if people were getting hurt. And they're not, so. I'm not about to judge you for that, Eddie. [ she huffs a breath of a laugh now too, because yeah, shit. she has way too much experience with people who are capable of wayyyy worse things. ] I'm also not going to judge you over not graduating, either. I am judging our guidance department for not signing you up for mandatory tutoring after that first year, though, because you are definitely not the first person at Hawkins High to need a second shot, and there's no reason why they didn't- What, just because you don't wear a varsity jacket, that means you-? [ she's... going off on a tangent, isn't she? yep. she huffs, shakes her head. ] School is important to me, that's... obvious. But I'd never write someone off just because it's not the same for them.
[ she stops to take another breath, her hand sliding up to brace against the side of his neck now, her thumb tracing over his jaw. ]
You're a good guy, Eddie. In the ways that actually matter. [ because she'd be a big ol' hypocrite if she made being "GOOD" a requirement for her to like him. since, hah, she's pretty sure she's not a good person, in some ways. but. that's not the point they're because they're not talking about her!!! ] Plus- [ her nose scrunches, and her voice goes a little quieter, like she's sharing a secret ] Do you really think you'd be here if I didn't like you?
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Well, yeah, I guess there's something about me to like.
[ He's still unsure, but he's coming around to the idea that dating him might not be a death sentence. It's not that he really thinks he's dumb, just that he isn't destine for learning in the traditional sense. Eddie goes quiet again, takes a moment to just look at her. She's so beautiful, even now, when she's telling him just how wrong he is. A trace of smile flits across his face as he reaches to tuck a wayward strand of hair behind her ear. ]
I guess I just thought you'd want something better than me.
[ But it occurs to him then that he has no idea what Nancy really wants beyond this moment. The idea that it could actually be him sends a new kind of heat rushing through him, exhilarated but still unsure. Words begin to escape him, and so he dips his head to kiss her. It's slow, needy and a little unsure, but desperate for the feel of her, their tongues moving together with languid intention. ]
You're just like the fine china. [ He laughs a little as their lips break apart, but keeps their faces close together. ] And I'm the plastic cutlery.
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but that's probably because she can't think of a reason why it would even matter to him, what she thinks of him. well, okay. she knows what it feels like to need some reassurance - you want me here, right? you want to be here with me? - but beyond that? who the hell is she, really? what is she missing?
this just in, nancy wheeler is an idiot.she wants to object to that, about wanting something "better than him", because what does that even mean..? but then he's kissing her and there, this is something she understands. maybe she can reassure him like this, in the way she's kissing him back. she matches his pace, leaning into it, licking into his mouth and barely giving herself enough space between their lips to take a breath when she needs it.she's drifting around in that thoroughly-kissed headspace when she hears ( and feels ) him start talking, the rush of air that comes with that laugh, but it takes her a second to clue into what he's actually saying ]
Ugh. Stop that.
[ he's laughing, which means she can tease him for it, taking the opportunity to nip at his lip, because no, god, that's the last thing she wants him to think ]
You and I are in the same silverware drawer, okay? And maybe- one of your prongs might be bent after it got caught in the dishwasher, and maybe I got bent a little out of shape, too, after someone tried to use me to scoop ice cream that was just too cold, but the point-! The point is that you really need to quit that. [ she pauses to kiss him quick, a hard press of her lips against his, like it's some kind of reprimand. her tone is even a little more insistent, almost stern, even though she's still close enough to bump his nose with hers ] I am not better than you. And you're not less than anybody else. Not even a little bit. Got it?
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Okay, okay, I get it.
[ He chuckles then, soft and low, needing something to fill the space. Nancy likes him, in a real way, and she sees him as something more than a loser that just so happens to know his way around the female body. That is somehow a lot to take in, if only because it feels like his wildest dream come to life. And apparently he just has to accept that as reality. Which is totally fine by him, sort of, but also feels totally mind bending. ]
I am as good as Nancy Wheeler. [ Eddie says it with a lopsided smile. There are many strange things he's said in his life, but this somehow feels like the strangest. ] Or, you are as good as Eddie Munson. You sure you're okay with that?
[ He reaches for one of her hands, pulls it close to his face so he can press a slow line of kisses against her knuckles. He's not sure if he really believes what he's just said, but thinks if he says it enough he might be able to speak it into existence. ]
wanna wrap this here, and we can start something new?
Yes, I'm sure.
[ she nods slowly, then picks herself up a bit, just enough to swing her knee over his middle to settle on the other side of his hip, so she's right on top of him when she lowers herself back down. she sits back far enough that she isn't sitting right on his dick, but she's close. she takes her hand back just so she can hold his face, lets her hair fall around them as she leans down to kiss him again. it's slow, almost lazy, but the way she's eventually licking at his lips until he opens his mouth for her is anything but. ]
Hey. [ she takes his lower lip between her teeth, worrying it before slowly dragging off ] You still owe me another orgasm, Munson. [ she slowly rolls her hips against him, her eyes rolling shut at the feel of his pelvis against where she's still so sensitive ] Get to it.