Would you love a creature? - Eddie Munson x Y/N

Chapter 5

Y/N

You wake up to the sun filling the room again. As your eyes blink open against the light you can't help but smile, you don't think you would ever take the sun for granted. Harsh fluorescent lighting felt so sinister to you now, you wanted to spend forever bathing in sunlight, because now you could.
You glance at the alarm clock on Eddies bedside table and it shows 7am. You felt so lazy, back at Hawkins Lab you were all woken up at 6am every day to start training or testing, it felt so weird to have a day stretched out in front of you with no expectation or anything to fear. No-one wanted anything from you and it felt like heaven.

You get up and tiptoe to the bathroom, if Eddie was asleep you didn't want to wake him up, you knew he must have been tired. You had heard him moving around until you fell asleep after watching him last night. He didn't know you'd been awake for ages after you went back to bed, still thinking about him playing for you. The way the muscles on his arms flexed when he plucked at the strings, how his lips and tongue expressed the concentration on getting each sound correct, how quickly his fingers moved over the instrument. You could have watched him for hours, he had looked so calm and relaxed, an emotion you longed to feel one day, but also so passionate. You only went back to bed because that feeling in your stomach, the fluttering, became too much. It had moved down to between your legs and it confused you. It felt good and you knew it meant something, you just didn't know what.

You turn the shower on and stand underneath the flow of warm water, enjoying the sharp feeling against your skin. You look at all the bottles on the metal caddy next to the shower head, grabbing a random bottle that smelt like fruit and wash yourself off.
You step out and wrap a large fluffy towel around yourself and quickly tiptoe back to Eddies room.
You shut the door behind you and in the privacy of Eddies room you remove the towel and start to dry yourself off.
Leaving the towel on the bed you look through Eddies drawers. You find a pair of pyjama bottoms and a different T-Shirt and throw them onto the bed, hoping Eddie won't mind you wearing them.

It's as you turn to walk back to get dressed that Eddies door flies open and he bursts into the room. For a brief second he's paralysed, his eyes fixed on your naked body, until he covers his eyes and turns around.
"I am SO sorry!" He says. "I heard movement and wanted you to come and see something but..." he stops talking when he hears you laughing.
You didn't know why it was so funny but it was. How awkward and panicked he was at the situation, it was hilarious.
"It's just skin" you say, quickly grabbing the towel from the bed and wrapping it around yourself. "I'm covered"
He uncovers his eyes but still looks surprised to see it's just a towel you're in. You feel that feeling again, between your legs. The legs his eyes are on now.
"What did you want to show me?" You ask, drawing his attention back up to your face.
"Oh... erm... just come out when you're ready" he says, quickly hurrying out of the room.

You throw the clothes on that you found and head into the living room and see 3 large boxes on the floor, like the one that the sound was coming out of last night.
"Sit" Eddie says, gesturing to the couch. "I ditched school today because I never miss a chance to rock out"

He spent the whole morning playing different things, different compositions of sounds each time, as you sit cross legged on the couch.
"These are all different songs. Each band has their own sound... well most bands have their own sound... and each is made of different instruments and lyrics" he explains, trying to think about the best way to describe music.
You listen intently but your mind is distracted. His arms moved differently when he played standing up, the muscles flexed differently under his skin, his tattoos wriggling with each movement. His tongue flicked over his top lip as he concentrated and his eyes closed when he played certain parts. He was mesmerising to watch.

"So what do you think?" He says, waiting for you to show any kind of interest.
You nod "it's good. I like it. But my favourite is the one you played last night" you say.
"Whole Lotta Love? Got it" He starts to play it again, the loud sounds from the boxes made the couch vibrate underneath you as he played. This time he put his whole body into it, writhing and bending, his hips thrusting. He starts moving towards you as his fingers moved over the long neck of the guitar, his other hand stroking at the main body.

He stops and smiles at you, his chest moving rapidly as he tries to catch his breath.
You're very aware you're staring at him with your lips parted in an awkward expression of awe.
He looks happy, like this is what he wanted.

He puts the guitar down on top of the boxes, Amps he had called them, and sits next to you on the couch.
"So that's music. Also sounds like you have a favourite song now too" he says, tapping his palm against your knee softly, the touch felt like a bolt of electricity went through your skin.

Something comes over you and you just want to be close to him. Suddenly you crave human touch, some kind of connection with someone else.
You shift closer to him on the couch and lean your head on his shoulder. You feel his body tighten as the unexpected interaction happens.
Eventually he leans his head against the top of yours and reaches over to your arm, currently outstretched on your legs, and pulls it over to his lap, his thumb runs over your tattoo and you shiver. It was such a quick movement but it felt so intimate.
"Why do you have this?" He asks in a whisper, almost as if speaking any louder would startle you into moving away.
"Not yet" you whisper back.
He carries on stroking it with his thumb and your heart starts to race. Your wrist felt like it was on fire every time his skin makes contact with yours.

Why do I feel this way and what does it mean?

"Whenever you're ready" he soothes.
You pick your head up and turn to face him. Unaware of how Eddies mind goes haywire with bad thoughts when your lips end up so close to his.
"Eddie I promise I will tell you. Just not yet. It's dangerous and you knowing anything puts you at risk. I don't want that" you whisper.
You lean your head back down onto his shoulder and his rests on yours once again.

You don't see his look of concern, Eddie is worried that what he's going to eventually hear about your past will send him into a violent rage, determined to destroy anyone who ever laid their hands on you.