Shot in the Dark (An Eddie x Y/N Story)

Take Me

"If you're going to say shit like that, I'm going to need you to do something about it." I whisper and bring my hands down to the hem of my dress. I pull the fabric up and over my head, my braid falling and smacking my back with a thud. I stand before Eddie in my black lace bra and matching panties, my black tights, and my boots. Under any other circumstance I would feel over exposed and vulnerable, but this is Eddie and he is looking at me as though I am the moon and he is seeing the night sky for the very first time. I bask in the depths of his brown eyes and feel comfort in the knowledge that this is the right decision.

Over the last few weeks I have tried multiple times to convince myself that I don't like Eddie, but I have failed. Every touch, look, whisper, and kiss has pushed me closer and closer to the truth and I can't deny it anymore. I like him. I like him more then I've ever liked anyone before. My resolve was solidified three days ago and I haven't been able to calm down since, slowly going mad with the need to make him look at me, notice me.

Ever since the incident with my gym clothes, Eddie has been coming to PE regularly. He looks fantastic in his sweatpants and t-shirt and I haven't been the only one to notice. Girls who normally wouldn't even turn an eye in Eddie's direction are now giggling and ogling at him throughout the entire class. The idea of them only just now realizing that he's gorgeous annoys me and I spend most of the period frustrated. Eddie continues to try to uplift my mood though, jogging beside me on the track as the coach yells at us to keep running.

Suddenly, a girl who is frequently picked on is tripped in front of us by a prissy blond and her group of friends. The girls all giggle as she tries to get up, holding her ankle. Eddie moves forward and picks her up off the ground and carries her over to a bench, asking if she is alright. The teacher eventually takes over, bringing over the first aid kit, but as I watched Eddie I realized I've liked him all along. He's kind and he's funny. He cares about people even if they hurt him. And I would be lying if I said he wasn't handsome. Before we returned to running he really scolded the group of girls, letting them know he can't stand behavior like that. They of course turned up their noses at him and called him names, but I wanted nothing more than to kiss him senseless.

Now he's standing here telling me that he looks at me lustfully. That he thinks about me in those ways and he expects me not to act on that. How can I not? I can't even remember why I hated him in the start, only knowing how much I care for him now. I know he likes someone else, but even if I can just have him look at me for a moment, be here with me for a moment, maybe it will be enough. I will have to make it enough.

"What would you have me do?" He asks, his voice husky. He flexes his hands against the desk and I lick my lips.

"Take me," I whisper and he gulps. "Take me the way you've pictured. Take me in a way Gareth never will. Make me forget he even exists."

I step forward until I am inches from Eddie and I see his breathing hitch. I keep my eyes on his as my heart thunders in my chest and my blood pulses through my body. I think for a moment he isn't going to do anything. He's so still I fear I've scared him. He suddenly reaches out and grabs the back of my neck, pulling my lips urgently up to his and my body presses firmly against his.

I reach up and push off his leather jacket, shoving it down his arms as he continues to kiss me. His lips move against mine hungrily and I open my mouth against his. He tastes like alcohol and his own delicious flavor and my head swims, intoxicated by him. He spins us around until the back of my thighs bite into the desk. His hands come down to my bare hip and hold me firmly against him. Eddie nibbles slightly at my bottom lip before pulling away, scorching a trail with his lips down my chin to my neck. I arch against him as he moves his hands upwards and cups my breasts through my bra. He finds a sensitive spot on my neck and nicks it with his teeth, making me gasp.