The Break (An Eddie Munson Story)

Chapter 30: Have Mercy (+13K views!)

A/N: Hello! Welcome back to another chapter of The Break, which actually took a longer break than I originally intended and I am sorry for keeping you all waiting for an update. Despite having the main story beats planned, I currently have writer's block, so I do need to ask you a favour. I would like to write some domestic oneshot chapters, that will help break up the continuous angst. So, if you have any prompts or ideas of what you would like to read, please post a comment on this chapter. If I end up using your suggestion, I will dedicate the chapter to you!

As always, thank you so much for the 13K views, the votes and comments. Your continued support is both astounding and heart warming.

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Another disturbed sleep was cut too short when the unwelcome ringing of your shared alarm clock, sounded violently with a piercing, shrill tone. A hand attached to an even more weary limb, hit out to silence the din but missed on several uncoordinated occasions, which resulted in a multitude of curses and further attempts to quieten the wake up call. Eventually, the hand reigned victorious and triumphed over the mere timepiece. Peace was once more restored to the trailer.

Your eyes remained closed, as you willed yourself to fall back asleep. Just for five more minutes. The day was unmissable but a few more moments of a desperately desired blissful unaware was a necessity, if you were to face a full day of classes and an after school therapy session.

But your bedfellow had other ideas in mind. For as you felt yourself begin to slip away once more, you were quickly brought back to a conscious state, by a procession of kisses being placed upon your face. The gestures of love reached your furrowed brow, your pouting lips, even the tip of your scrunched up nose. No part of the bare skin was safe and soon, you found yourself giggling and shying away from the wandering fingers, that had drifted to your sides, to return the favour you had so sweetly threatened the brunet with, on a morning similar to the one you were now living through.

"Eddie, stop!" you gasped, in between peals of laughter but he did not relent his onslaught of tickles. "Oh my...gosh...I...haha...hate you!"

You could practically hear the grin in his voice, as he huskily goaded, "You're going to have to beg for mercy, sweet thing."

"N-Never!" you declared, though your resolve was already crumbling like a trodden on sandcastle.

"You sure about that?" he dared.

Try as you might, you failed the squirm away from his touch and eventually cried out a breathless, "Okay! Okay! I beg for mercy!"

With a chuckle, his ministrations ceased and you were rewarded with a kiss on the column of your exposed throat. "Now that wasn't so difficult, was it, love?" he said smugly.

"You're evil." but despite your statement, you still joined in with his laughter, while you encircled Eddie in your arms to bring his closer towards you.

As you both laid there, catching your breath and taking pause before you had to get up and ready for a brand new day in Hell- sorry- school, you allowed yourself to steal an indulgent glance at the brunet, who merely hummed in contentment, as your fingers found their way to card through the locks of his hair. With a tongue loosened by alcohol, you might confess to Eddie just how pretty you found his morning appearance but such thoughts would never be uttered out loud whilst sober. From his enviously long eyelashes, to the luscious pink of his chapped lips- he truly was a sight for sore eyes. All soft and vulnerable, completely unrecognisable in comparison to his bad boy, metal head persona, that your fellow classmates were more accustomed to at school.

"See something you like, sweetheart?" Eddie enquired, opening one eye to regard you with a cheeky expression, that warmed your cheeks.

"No."