Hellfire (Eddie Munson x OC Stranger Things Fanfiction)

Chapter 35: My Boy

Warning: Contains sexual content

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I put my arm under Eddie's, helping him move away from the rubble. I can see a smile spreading on his face as the applause continues. I look at the faces of the Hawkins residents, but one sticks out more than the others.

"Edward, is that you?" Eddie's uncle asks when he takes a step forward through the crowd. I help Eddie over to him and take a step back when we reach him. Wayne pulls Eddie into a hug squeezing him tightly like he's afraid if he let's go, he won't be there anymore. But he is. He's here.

"It's me," Eddie says, returning his Uncle's hug. I stand slightly back and watch the two embrace, tears streaming down all of our faces.

Wayne suddenly pulls me by my arm into the hug, squeezing me just as tight. I wrap my other arm around Eddie, holding him close to me.

"Thank you Melissa," Wayne says, releasing us from his hug. "Thank you for bringing my boy back to me."

"Your boy?" Eddie asks, slightly choking up.

"You will always be my boy," Wayne says, pulling Eddie in for another hug.

"Thank you, Wayne. You don't know what that means to me," Eddie says, squeezing his Uncle and patting his back.

"Go get some rest. You look like you need it. We'll have plenty of time to catch up later," Wayne suddenly says, pulling away from Eddie.

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I help Eddie through the door to my apartment, locking the door behind me. I'm not sure what he's going to do about his living arrangements, but for now I want him here with me.

I'm terrified something is going to happen. That this was a dream and I'll wake up in the morning to an empty bed.

I help him over to the bed and he drops onto it. Groaning from his various aches and pains.

"If you need me at all during the night, I'll be on the sofa in the other room," I say as I help him untie his shoes.

"What do you mean? You don't want to share the bed with me?" Eddie asks, confused. I slip his shoes off and look up at him, meeting his eyes.

"I know we kissed, but it's been two years Eddie. It's a bit difficult going back to how we were," I say. Eddie sits up and holds my face in his hands as I stare up at him.

"Is there someone else? Did you move on? I don't want to-"

"No, Eddie. There was never anyone else. I didn't want anybody else."

"Then what's the problem?"

"I don't know. I know we kissed, but I don't want you to feel like I'm forcing you back into a relationship."

"Lyssa, for me, it hasn't been two years. For me, even though I remember everything, yesterday feels like the day I died."

"Eddie..."

"If you don't want to sleep in the same bed as me then let me take the sofa. I'm not letting you sleep anywhere but your own bed."

"Eddie, you're injured."

"I'm fine. I just ache. Please, sleep with me."

"What?"

My mind races with the memories of two years ago and the way he made me feel. The way he made my body feel.

"That's not what I meant but I love where your mind went, sweetheart."

Eddie winks and leans closer to me. His lips inches from mine. I close the distance, placing my lips on his. I suddenly want more but I can't. Not in his current state.