Always and Forever (YN x Eddie Munson - Stranger Things S4)

Chapter Twelve

He sits you down on the bed and brushes some hair out of your face. "I just have to get changed, then I'll set up camp in the living room. You can sleep in here."

You roll your eyes at him.

"What?" He questions.

You give a little huff "We've been cuddling on your couch for the last two hours, I don't think sharing a bed will kill us."

"But-" He starts

"You need to sleep in a bed, old man. You'll break a hip or something sleeping on that couch." You say, cutting him off.

He crosses his arms in front of him, looking down at you "Old man?" You nod "By far my least favorite thing you've called me." You nod again.

He walks away and, for a second, you think you've upset him. But he comes back holding some pajama pants and starts changing. You of course turn bright red and turn away so you don't see him. You can tell just by the way he walked in that he has a stupid grin plastered on his face.

He sits down next to you, you still don't look at him "Why can't you sleep on the couch? Seeing as I'm an old man who needs beauty rest."

"Because you're such a gracious host and would never make a guest sleep on that hard couch." You retort.

He chuckles, lying back on the bed, stretched out. You look at him, he's shirtless again and his hair is pulled back away from his face. The combination almost sets your heart on fire from how fast it's beating. And, all stretched out like a sunning cat, you could really see his muscle definition. He was by no means crazy jacked, but he wasn't scrawny either. A nice in-between.

"I might," He says "If that certain guest kept taking my blunt from my hands and smoking it for themselves."

He props himself up on his arms, noticing your stare "What? have I got something in my hair?" He asks, lightly pulling at some loose strands of wavy hair.

You snap out of whatever trance you were stuck in and shake your head. "Hm? Oh, no, you're good."

You dramatically flop backward so you're lying next to him. He looks nervous. About what? you weren't sure. It could be that you're sharing the bed, or that you're just laying so close to each other, almost laying on one another.

In a moment of clouded judgment, you climb on top of him and lay down on his chest.

He blushes and wraps his arms loosely around your waist "What're you doing, princess?"

You just hum and lay your head on his chest, once again tracing his tattoo with your fingertips. You continue to absentmindedly hum "Like a Prayer" by Madonna under your breath.

Eddie's staring at you, and you'd give anything to know what he was thinking at that moment. He starts to draw little symbols and letters with his fingers on the outside of his hips and thighs.

Without looking up from his tattoo, you ask "What're you writing?" The repeated motions were making you extremely sleepy.

He lets out a short breathy chuckle "You have to figure that one out, sweetheart."

You close your eyes and pause your tracing, concentrating on the symbols and letters he writes in a continuous loop.

First, a heart. Next, either an "a" or a "u", you weren't sure. Last, three lines that you couldn't tell what they were.

He repeats and repeats the motion until you groan in frustration. He stops and holds you close as you bury yourself in the crook of his neck "Give up?"

"Yes! It's impossible, Eds, I swear." You groan, frustratedly.

He just shrugs "Better luck next time."

You prop yourself up "No, you have to tell me."

"I have to do no such thing, Ms. Y/N."

You flop down on his chest again, garnering an "Oomph" from him.

"Nooo-" You groan.

He laughs and strokes your hair "Aww, you get whiney when you're tired."

"I do not." You say, immediately regretting it because you just proved his point. He only looks at you with a sly smile and raised eyebrows.

You scoff "Oh, whatever." and climb off of him, feeling colder as soon as you're standing. "Do you have any mouth wash or something?" you ask, crossing your arms in front of you trying to regain some of the warmth and comfort of the bed.

"Yeah, I think so." He gets up and walks into the bathroom, emerging with a small travel toothbrush still in the plastic. "This one looks new, definitely never been opened at least."

You shrug beggers can't be choosers. You think and go to brush your teeth. After you, Eddie goes to brush his teeth, as well.

You go and crawl into the bed and under the covers that share the same familiar scent that his hoodie does.

After a minute or so, Eddie emerges from the bathroom and turns out the lights. He comes over to the bed and nudges you slightly "Make room." He whispers.

You scoot over so your back is almost touching the wall and feel him crawl under the covers, same as you did.

You scooch back to him and nuzzle his chest so he'll once again wrap you in a warm embrace.

Right before you fall asleep, you whisper "wait," and slowly sit up, staring at the wall for a little bit, adjusting to the dark.

Eddie, who was also near sleep, sits up as well and rubs his eyes, looking for whatever you're staring at. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" he asks tiredly.

"nothing." You say in a bare whisper.

He sounds more alarmed, now "It doesn't seem like that."

Even in the dark, you feel your face heat up exponentially. In a voice barely above a whisper, you embarrassedly say "I have to take my bra off."

He seems confused "That's all?"

"Something about breast cancer, you're not supposed to sleep in a bra."

He runs a hand down his face "Christ, Y/N, I thought something was seriously wrong."

You sigh "Close your eyes."

"Why, I can't even see you."

"Eddie..."

"Yeah, fine, whatever you say." and he lays back down, closing his eyes.

You lift the hoodie so it's just around your neck and quickly unhook your bra, throwing it across the room.

You fix the hoodie, letting out a sigh of relief after removing the restricting garment.

You lay back down next to Eddie and lift his arms so you can crawl up nice and close to him.

"Better?" He asks.

"Much better." You breathe out.

He kisses your forehead "Goodnight, sweetheart."

And with that, you both fall into one of the most peaceful nights of sleep of your lives.

AN** so sorry this was meant to go up last night!!