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

Chapter Twenty-One

**Slight Smut Warning ;)**

"What are you doing, Y/N?" Eddie asked shakily. 

And, truthfully, you didn't know. It's like you were suddenly filled with confidence you wouldn't have otherwise.  Maybe it was the win over your father, perhaps you were still high on adrenaline from the fight or giddy from sleep. It was impossible to tell but right now, you had a pretty steady idea of just what you were doing. 

Shirtless, standing a breath away from Ed and touching even just his hand. It was bound to overload anybody. 

"Do I make you nervous, Eddie?" You repeat. 

He swallows hard "Not usually." He can't stop his eyes from darting to your mouth but he still makes a conscious effort to keep his eye line above your shoulder. 

"But what about right now?" You ask. You put the hand that isn't holding his on his chest "Your heart is pounding." 

He's bright red, his tongue darts out of his mouth to lick his lips as if they were dry as a desert. "What do you want me to say, that you do? That every time I see you my heart speeds up and I feel like I'm suffocating in the best possible way, that I've thought about you every day since the moment I first saw you?" 

You look him in his eyes, your sultry expression and demeanor changed slightly from playfully sexy to something akin to desire. "I want you to tell the truth." 

"The truth?" 

"Yes." 

He cups your face in his hand, dipping low and tilting his head. If you move so much as a centimeter you'd be kissing him. "The truth," He says, eyes trained on your lips "That I wish I wasn't pretending to be your boyfriend. I wish that when we sleep at night I was free to kiss you before I fell asleep." 

His voice drops to a bare whisper "And sometimes, Y/N, I wish that there was more than kissing to end our nights." 

Now it's your turn to gulp but you refuse to be the one flustered in this situation. The longer you stay silent, the less confident Eddie seems. Your heart is pounding so hard you think it might burst out of your chest. 

After too long spent sitting in silence Eddie looks embarrassed and lets his hand fall and rises to his full height from the swooped-down position. "I'm sorry, I got carried away." 

You're still stunned as he squeezes past you. Maybe a second passes before you whirl around, finally finding your right mind. He hasn't gone far, he wasn't even on the other side of the room. You stride over to him "Eddie," You say breathlessly. 

You can't count how many times you've wanted to kiss him, to be his actual girlfriend. Not to mention how many times, even before you met him formally, you laid awake at night thinking about the more that he spoke of earlier. 

As soon as he turns around you throw your arms around his neck and plant a messy, rushed kiss on his lips. He holds his arms out like he's afraid to touch you like you're made of glass. 

You pull away but don't move your arms from his shoulders. He stares at you, wide-eyed, but says nothing. 

You heard what he said earlier, that he wants to kiss you, that he wants more. So, you decide to try again. You move slowly, your intentions clear, your eyes on his lips. You kiss him softly. 

He kisses you back, his hands immediately on your hip and the nape of your neck. You move in tandem as if you were made to be here kissing each other. 

When you pull away for a breath, there's that same dark but intriguing look in his eyes. The look he had on the couch a few days ago and earlier today when he had you pinned to the ground.

The word More floats through your head as you realize what that look truly is.

It's desire. Desire for you, for what he wants to do to you. 

He pulls you to him again, but this time it isn't soft. It's needy and rough. It's nothing like what kissing Nick was like. 

Those kisses and make-outs were dull and boring, your mind wandered and on more than one occasion you found yourself thinking of excuses to leave. 

This was like a gunshot. This left you wanting, needing more, you could think of nothing but Eddie's lips on yours and his roaming hands. 

You moved your hands to his hair, tangling them in the brown locks as if holding on would keep you grounded. One of his hands cups the nape of your neck still, but the other travels down to your butt and the beginning of the back of your thigh. 

He deepens the kiss by tugging slightly at your hair. The sudden motion allows for the smallest of gasps to escape your mouth. He capitalizes on your reaction and enters his tongue into your mouth. 

You return the favor, hungry to be with him, to feel his mouth on your as much as you possibly could. He jerks you towards him, making the both of you move. The backs of his knees hit his bed and you both fall backward. 

You yelp as you fall on top of him. You look at him for a second, seeing if he still wants to continue. Naturally, he does. He gives you a little nod and you shift so you're straddling his lap. He sits up and as soon as it's sure neither of you will fall his lips are back on yours. 

Then, he moves to your neck, his hands still firmly gripping your hips and thighs. Now it's a true struggle to keep gasps and moans to yourself. You push off the denim vest he was wearing and tug at the hem of his shirt. He allows you to take it off. 

"Leveling the field?" He asks. You giggle in return and kiss his neck and shoulder. You also lay a handful of kisses on his chest tattoo that you love so much. 

You return to his face, trailing love bites and kisses up his neck and chin leading back to his mouth. He remains greedy in making out with you. 

His hands once again travel to your ass but this time they're under your skirt. He tugs at the tug of your underwear, waiting for you to give him the go-ahead to take them off and continue this night past kissing. 

You want him to, you really, really do. But flashes of Nick jump into your mind, the way he tried to pin you down and assaulted you. The way he pawed at your cheer skirt, trying to take it off without your consent is something you'll never forget. 

You lurch away from Eddie, putting a hand on his chest so he stops. "I-I'm sorry." 

His attitude changes right away, his hands removing themselves from your skirt and cupping your face. "What's wrong." 

Tears well in your eyes, you really hate how much you cry in front of him "I-I just can't. Not right now. not after..." You trail off but he still knows what you mean. 

He pulls you into a hug so your cheek is rested against his bare chest, you can feel how hard his heart is beating and the deep breaths he's taking to calm himself. 

"I'm sorry." You repeat over and over.

He smooths your hair "It's ok, it's all ok." He then pushes you away from his chest so he can look at your face. Your lips are swollen and there's the light beginnings of a hickey on the nape of your neck. "Never apologize for needing to stop." 

You nod. After some silence, you kiss his cheek and get up, rooting around for a shirt to wear. You land on an Iron maiden shirt and take off your skirt and bra after putting the shirt on. 

You throw some sweatpants at Eddie's face and laugh when they hit him unexpectedly. After the finalities of getting ready for bed, you both get in the bed again. 

Eddie lays between your legs, face rested on your chest as you tangle your hands in his hair again. 

You drift off, silently dreading the thought of waking up and repeating the school day tomorrow.