The Eddie Munson Tape Dates

Metallica, 'Ride the Lightning'

The heat had been relentless all day. Even the fan in your room had given up and was just pushing around warm air at this point.

You'd rolled up your rug and lay star-fished on the exposed wooden floor, in your shorts and vest, staring at the ceiling. Patiently waiting for the heat oblivion to come to an end.

You hear the front door slam shut, "Y/N? Mama? Pops? Anyone?" You hear Eddie call out breathlessly.

"I'm upstairs, babe!" You yell out, refusing to move from the one cooler spot in the house you'd located.

His normal thundering run up the stairs was replaced by the pace of an average person, totally sluggish for Munson's speed.

A few seconds of carpeted silence and a small thud against your door as it opens. Eddie's forehead is still pressed against it, "It's so fucking hot ou-" he starts to say but is interrupted by looking at you on the floor.

A weak grin creeps across his perspiration-coated face, his hair being its most curvy, sticking to it in places, "Babe, this is the most lacklustre invite that has ever been thrown at me, but I'll take it... in a second.. don't move."

Eddie sheds his clothes to his vest and shorts as he lumbers his way to the shower and walks in for a few seconds. Then, his clothes and self completely soaked through, he runs back into the room and pounces. He finishes in a straddle of your waist, his hands on the floor on either side of your head, as the cold shower water falls from him onto your body.

"Jesus Christ! Eddie!" You start in an annoyed tone, but soon the cold water is appreciated. His mischievous face makes you laugh, "Alright, alright, that has actually improved  the heat situation."

"Oh yeah? What about this then?" He says, moving his hands to your shoulders to keep you in place as he shakes his head rapidly from side to side, water flying everywhere. The shake moves down his body until he's just sitting shimmying on you, laughing impishly.

"Ok, right, that's enough! I hear you. I'm moving," You say, wrestling your way back to sitting up.

He wraps his arms around you, and they are already almost dry. You flop your head onto his chest, mumbling and fake sobbing, "This weather sucks. When is it Winter again?"

"I dunno, it has some perks," he says, playing with the waistband of your shorts, "These are, very...very short", he sighs.

"I honestly can't believe you're thinking about anything like that when we are basically in the centre of Mount Doom right now," you say, creating some space.

He puts his hand to the side of his mouth, whispering, "Ok, this is top secret information, but I'm pretty much always thinking about that".
He leans back a little removing his vest, "And Mount Doom? A Rings reference? My influence is very clearly infectious."

Your eyes trail slowly over his exposed torso, "Like what you see, huh?" He says quietly, looking down into your eyes.

You swallow slowly and say quickly, "Well, yes, but it's also way too warm for all of that."

"Not everywhere." He says with a smirk, pulling you up with him and heading back to the shower with you.
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Later in the evening, whilst pouring over some poetry for class, "What rhymes with soubrette?" Eddie says, tapping his pencil against the back of his hand, deep in thought.

"What on earth are you writing about?" You look over at him, confused, "What's a souprette? A little soup?"

Eddie stops tapping his pencil and looks at you with pity, "You really need to read more, honey. It's really wonderful, not just the stories but the language too."