Eddie Munson lives on....

🔥Sweetheart🔥

The elevator dinged, and the metal doors slid open.

You and Eddie had decided to take a trip to an Anthrax concert over the weekend. You had rushed for tickets, then had at least an hour of celebration before you started planning the actual trip- which was basically you both just running around his trailer squealing and rustling through closets, boxes and draws. As your back was turned, he had stuffed something into his bag with a smirk threatening his lips.

You walked out of the elevator. His shoulders were both holding travel bags full of random shit your high asses thought u would need this weekend, and his wide grin was directed towards you as you ran towards the door of your hotel room.

Two seconds later, after you had rattled the keys in the door for a while, he threw the bags on the queen sized bed, took your shoes off, and sat down on the edge.

"So sweetheart, what you wanna do tonight?"

You sat down next to him, and started playing with his ringed fingers as you looked at around your room. It was small, taken up most by a white-sheeted bed with green cushions. The ceiling was slightly lower than most, being only a head or so higher than Eddie, and a bare light globe hang in the centre. It wasn't amazing, but you guys would mainly be sleeping, so it wasn't an issue.

"Do u wanna put some music on, babe?"

He grinned at you and nodded his head as he got up to rustle through the bags for his portable boom box. He then went back to his bag, pulled out some tapes, then dumped his bag in the far right corner. Iron Maiden started playing a second later, and you both bobbed your heads to the rhythm. Slowly, you got up and swayed your hips a little. Throwing your bag on the floor as well, you strutted towards Eddie.

"Are you going to force me to take part in rhythmic bodily twitching again?" You knew he hated dancing, but it was just so fun to egg him on till he joined in.

"Of course! I wouldn't be doing my job as your partner properly if I let you be in peace!" You started twirling extravagantly across the room, casually bumping him into the bed with your hip. He scrambled up, and pushed you back with a giggle. This soon evolved into you both wrestling on the bed, and he pined your body down and hovered over you, his hair tickling your ears.

You grinned at him, then thrusted your hips up to unbalance him. He swayed slightly, but didn't budge. You tried again, thrusting up, harder this time. Still, he had you pined. A quiet noise of frustration exited you.

"Aww, is something wrong princess/my prince?" His voice was a bit gravelly, and his eyes looked down on you. "Did you loose?"

He locked eyes with you and leaned in to your ear. "I think the winner gets a prize. Isn't that what usually happens sweetheart?"

A long breath escaped you. It was what, only half an hour since you guys arrived at the hotel, and he was already turning you on. And he knew it too, from the way he settled his body against yours.

He spread his legs slightly and planted his knees on the bed, then balanced the rest of his weight onto his elbows next to your head. He raised a hand, and placed a stray hair behind the swell of your ear. He then whispered "I think I know how we should pass the time, beautiful."

With that he kissed you.

(FEMALE READER. SHE/HER/THEY PRONOUNS.)

Your arms wrapped around his neck, and his teeth nipped at ur lips. The familiar haze of lust kicked in, and your brain dulled your thoughts till it was just a mass of enjoyment. His tongue brushed the inside of your mouth, tasting of the tea you forced him to drink at the restaurant on the journey to the hotel, mixed in with the indescribable taste of Eddie. At first, the kiss was respectable, by soon your tongues slid together in a rhythm, your body's moving and rubbing against each other. You could feel the needy drumming between your legs grow as he pushed his hips against yours, showing exactly what he wanted to do tonight, if it wasn't already clear enough by the way he kissed you:hard and long. Each movement he made succeeded in making him touch you more, be closer to you, feel your warmth meet his. His fingers dug into the soft flesh above your hips, earning a gasp from you. Reaching up into his hair, you pulled at it, then once again tried to overpower him. But he just chuckled into your mouth. "I thought last time taught you to obey your master." You could practically see his smirk as he moved his mouth to your neck.