This Year is My Year

Sundays

I stared in the mirror, annoyed and secretly thrilled by the amount of hickeys Eddie Munson had managed to leave across my neck and chest.

I tried to cover up some of them, getting makeup on the collar of my uniform, further exasperating my mood. I tried to focus as I remembered moments of the night before.

As soon as we had gotten through the threshold of my house, Eddie was frantic – grasping for me, kissing every part of my exposed skin. Once we had gotten to my room, he threw me onto my bed, surprising me with his strength. He grinned, hungrily, before crawling onto me, kissing every part of my neck and face except for my lips. When I tried to pull him in for a kiss, he pulled back and then put his mouth to my ear.

"Got to make up for all of our interruptions," his breath was rasping, making my hair stand on end. He kissed his spot on my neck and came back to my face, smug and confident. "Plus, I like it when you're needy."

I shook my head, flushing at the memory of his confidence from last night. I smiled at our shared heat, his need to have me and for me to have him.

"Morning," a groggy voice came from the door. I turned to a shirtless Eddie and grinned at his unkempt hair. He kissed me on the forehead before grabbing his toothbrush. I went back to trying to cover the marks on my neck. He wrapped his arm around my waist as he brushed his teeth, pulling me close to him. We continued our routine as he watched me. I smiled at him in the mirror. He spit his toothpaste out, rinsing his mouth. As soon as he did that, he came back to my neck, kissing it.

"Now, how we will remember last night if you cover up all of my work?" He said this between kisses, ending at my ear, whispering low, knowing that it would make me weak. My stomach tightened as I giggled.

"Stop it, Eddie – I've got to look somewhat decent for work." He grinned wickedly in the mirror, making me smile, too.

"You didn't feel that way last night."

I gasped and smacked his arm as he laughed maniacally, running back to my room. I followed him, admonishing him.

"Eddie Munson, you are so dirty—"

He grabbed my hands and pulled me to him, kissing me deeply. I was flustered by the interruption and tried to finish my thought. He continued to kiss me, interrupting every word, flustering me further until I had my arms around his neck, kissing him back. He pulled back, grinning at how red I was.

"I might love you, Y/N Henderson." He kissed me on the nose, his way of always letting me know he had meant what he said. I smiled up at him.

"Back at you, Munson." He laughed and kissed me again. He let me go, and we started dressing. I pulled on my skirt, and without any prompting, he came behind me to help zip it up before kissing me on the back of my neck. I turned as he was pulling his t-shirt on.

"Can I drive you to work?" he was sheepish, my Nervous Eddie, again. I smiled and nodded as I pulled his jacket on. He took my hand and led me out of my room.

"Morning, you two!' Dustin was in front of the TV, watching Misfits of Science. I grinned at my baby brother as he beamed up at us.

I was delighted with how much he liked the fact that Eddie and I were dating. Friday nights with him and his movies were one of my favorite nights of the week. I know how much he enjoyed it because of how he would talk about the next Friday the three of us were going to be together again. Eddie had started driving him home from school, and he was so excited about the fact that his hero was spending more time with him, taking care of him.

"Hey, little one – did you finish your homework?" Eddie had (finally) started taking school seriously and was always concerned with Dustin's performance. A new ritual had been born on Sunday's – I would go to work in the morning, and Eddie and Dustin would stay at our house to study and finish their homework for the weekend. I would come back from work and help them finish, answering any lingering questions or double-checking their work.