Never Change...

Chapter 2: Dungeons and Dragons and More

"Welcome, Newby, did you find the place alright?"
You hardly heard Garath, with Eddie staring at you with his eyes dark as flint and a smirk on his face.  "Yes, I found it fine," you replied quietly, "as if I had a chance of getting lost with these flawless directions Mike gave me." You hold up a scrap of a paper with smeared and scribbled words on it, " a dog could've written this better, Jesus."

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The game proceeds with you barely paying attention to anything around you but Eddie. The way his curls were falling just right across his face, and his Hellfire Club shirt fitting oh so nicely in all the right places.
"Dude." Dustin nudged you. "It's your turn. Everyone was staring at you but you were only paying attention to Eddie.
"I.." you felt your face go flush. "I have to use the bathroom, I'll be right back." You turn to Dustin, "Roll for me please."

You walk calmly to the door,trying not to show how weak in the knees you were. You get to the bathroom just as a hand touches your shoulder. You turn around and it's him. "Hey, lovely, are you okay? You looked a little pale in there." He said with a weak smile and concern in his eyes.
You sit there messing with your rings for a few moments trying to think of what to say that isn't you just drive me so crazy I can't focus on anything but you. Finally you decide to speak.
"Yea I'm okay I just..." you look up at him through your eyelashes, you see his eyes darken at the sight of you, a vulnerable, horny mess just from being around him.
"I just really need to smoke." You blurt out. Shit why did I say that, you think to yourself.  You look back at him and his face in painted in a smirk.
"Okay. How about this, we sneak outta here and we go smoke up a little, how does that sound?"
You just stare at his big brown eyes knowing you looks like a deer in headlights. Fuck, you think to yourself, well you've come this far might as well bring home.  "Sure." You say finally. He grabs your wrist. "Okay let's go, before the other start to miss me." He pulls you gently towards the parking lout. Then he stops, checking his pockets, "Fuck." He groans, " left the keys be right back." He sprints down the hall like a baby giraffe and you giggle to yourself. Once he comes back you can't help to giggle again. "What's so funny." He says.
"Nothing you just have have really long legs." You giggle again.
"Well at least my legs aren't short."  He says with a teasing grin.  When you looked at him just then you felt a warm tingle in your stomach you never felt before. You look at him with a deep hunger but not just a sexual hunger. You wanted to know  everything about him, his favorite song, his favorite color and you wanted to know every curve of his body so badly.  As if he could read your mind, he took a step closer to you with that same dark look in his eyes. He cupped your face with one hand. Looking you in the eyes, he asks, "Do you trust me?" When you nodded he grabbed both your wrists with his other hand and held them above your head against the locker. "You know," he growled, "You're a bad liar, your face betrays you." He looks you in the eye in a way that made your knees weak. All you wanted to do was kiss every inch of his body. "Please...kiss me" you breathed, before you could stop yourself. You were trying to look away to hide the embarrassed blushing that was painted on your face. He still had a hang on your chin so he tugged it toward him gently. "Look at me." He whispered. "You want me to kiss you?" He asked pushing his knee between your legs. "Yes, please!" You whined. And just like that your lips collided gently at first. But you grew needier as his kisses became more aggressive so you pulled your hands away from where he had then pinned on the locker and pulled his side in. His knee was still between your legs so the friction of the action made you moan into his mouth. He pulled your hair back to get at your neck, nipped and kiss at it. You moaned loudly, too loudly apparently because he stopped and looked at you with that same smirk except this time his hair was ruffled and he was flush and breathless. God he's so fucking hot. "I thought you wanted to smoke?" He whispered huskily. "So let's go smoke." He began walking away leaving you wanting him even more. You follow him to the parking lot where you see his iconic old run down van. He grabs the handle with this ring studded fingers and gestures for you to hop in. He then jumped onto the hood of the van and got down on his side. "Let's ride" he yowled leaping into his seat and revving the engine.