[ 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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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.