Sober {Eddie Munson}

Better Than Harrington, Right? (18+)

Warnings: Smut. 18+

Eddie swore he was ascending to heaven the moment their lips touched. His dreams of her cherry chapstick lips against his had come true. Eddie's hands gently wrapped around Marguerites waist as she deepened the kiss. He smirked when she gasped after he slipped his tongue in. Marguerite's hands shot up to Eddie's long hair and gave a harsh tug as she placed her self into his lap once again.
Marguerite and Eddie's lungs burned for air as they broke apart .

"Wow." Eddie said
"Wow." Marguerite mimicked
"Hell of a first kiss huh?" He laughed
"That's technically our second one." She pointed out.
"Yeah but first one you're sober for." He smiled
"How do you know I'm not high off my ass right now?" Marguerite joked
"Because I'm literally your dealer. I haven't given you shit in like two months." He tossed his head back and laughed.
"Mmm I guess that's true." She smiled and connected their lips again.

This kiss was messy. Teeth and tongue got in the way as Eddie pulled her closer to him. Large hands danced on Marguerite's thighs and her hands were rested securely against Eddie's warm chest.

"This dress is hot as fuck, Maggie." Eddie grinned
"Thanks. I brought it just so you could take it off me tonight." She softly said
"Jesus..." Eddie breathed "Guess we better get back home then mmm?"

Eddie motioned to a cars headlights about a quarter of a mile down and he gently began pushing her out of his lap. Marguerite groaned and pulled herself off him. Suddenly she wished she could magically teleport right into Eddie's damn trailer.

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The car ride back to the trailer park was the worst 20 minutes of the couples life. Eddie had opted to sit in the back seat leaving Marguerite to chat up the driver and make awkward small talk as they drove home.
Of course the driver that picked them up just happened to be one of the sweetest people Marguerite had ever met. Mr. Clarke was nice enough to even offer to call a tow truck for Eddie's van but Eddie turned him down, clearly just wanting to get back home. Marguerite found out he had taught Max along with the other boys and that he monitored the A.V. club. As interesting as Scott Clarke and his strangle little science stories were, Marguerite practically jumped out of the car after bidding him goodnight and thanking him for his kindness.

Eddie fumbled with his keys as Marguerite waved goodbye to the teacher as he pulled away. The door opened and they pair dashed in.

"That had got to be the most talkative middle age man I've ever met." Eddie said as he led Marguerite to his room
"Mmm I guess you'll get to take his spot one day." Marguerite said
"What's that supposed to mean?" Eddie asked
"Nothin. You just love to talk, Eds." Marguerite laughed
"Guess you better find a way to shut me up then sweetheart."

Eddie's hands were tracing over every inch of her skin. God, it felt like Marguerite was being lit on fire as he began to unzip her white dress.

"Absolutely gorgeous..."

She heard him whisper into her ear as he placed small kisses along her neck.
Marguerite shivered as she stepped out of the dress. She moved towards Eddie's warm frame as he gently pushed her back onto the bed.
She tugged at the hem of his shirt and he complied with her wishes. Pale skin was exposed to Marguerite's greedy eyes and her nimble fingers instantly moved to make contact with the black ink that adorned his skin.

"You like them?" Eddie asked
"Hell yeah they're very Eddie Munson." She smiled
"What does it mean if something is very Eddie Munson?" He laughed
"Dunno just means it looks like you'd like it." Marguerite grinned as she latched her lips onto Eddie's neck.