the trailer park / eddie munson

Chapter 19 - Date Night

"I said don't move", you mumble, frowning your brows in concentration while sitting on Eddies lap. He sighs dramatically, his warm hands rest on your naked thighs. He watches you, your eyes, how they focus on his bangs and the way your lips lightly part as you're carefully cutting them with a sharp scissor and a comb. His eyes wander over your face, trying to memorize every little detail of it. The little scar right under your chin, the few freckles on your nose, the small birthmark right on your lip line. "You're so beautiful", he whispers, while sliding his hands over your thighs. You stop cutting his bangs and look down in his eyes, slowly smiling and shaking your head. "Yes, you are", he nods and tickles his fingertips over your skin. "Stop it, or I'll cut them way too short", you point the comb in his direction and smirk. He grunts and stops tickling you, now resting his hands on your thighs again. "Good boy", you mumble, while taking care of his hair again and slowly cutting it. You're moving on his lap, while combing through his bangs and checking if they're all on the same length now. "Jules, you either stop wiggling on my dick to finish cutting my hair, or you put those scissors down and continue your wiggling, while taking off your clothes", he groans and looks at you, slowly sliding his hands on your butt. You chuckle and tell him to close his eyes, before softly blowing the loose hair out of his face. "I'm done", you quickly kiss his nose and stand up from his lap, but his hands grab you tighter and pull you back down. "I don't think so", he smirks at you and slides his hands over your back. You laugh and wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your smiling lips on his for a loving kiss. His soft hum vibrates on your lips, as he wraps his arms tighter around you to pull you closer against him. "What time is it?", you mumble, before placing tiny kisses on his bottom lip. He lifts one arm to look at his watch. "12...30", he murmurs between your kisses. "Oh fuck, I have my appointment in 30 minutes", you jump from his lap and rush into the bedroom. Eddie watches you quickly grabbing some shoes and your bag, before freshening up in the bathroom and grabbing your keys. "Are you really leaving me like this?", he groans and points down to the bulge in his sweatpants. "I'm sorry, but I guarantee you, it's worth it!", you blow him a kiss before heading out the door and running to your car.

One hour later, you're walking back to your car, excited to tell Eddie the news. You jump on your seat, turn your keys and... nothing. The only thing you're hearing is a miserable creak coming from your engine. "Come onnn", you sigh loudly and slam your hand on the steering wheel. While mumbling quiet curses, you get back out of your car to open the hood. "The electric circuit was interrupted", you mumble, remembering Eddies words from yesterday, while looking on your engine, desperately waiting to spot something that could obviously be the reason why your car's not starting again. You groan and lay your head in your neck while closing your eyes. "Need some help?", a voice next to you makes you wince and open them again. Oh, please no. Billy. He leans against your hood, smirking while taking a drag from his cigarette. "Uhm, thanks, but no", you look back into your hood, imitating a professional look on your face. "Are you sure?", he chuckles raspy and throws his cigarettes on the ground, "Listen, I'm very good with cars, I can have a look at it. I promise, no ulterior motives". You look at him. There's nothing worse than being in Billy's debt. But you see no other option than taking his offer. You sigh and nod, while making space for him. He turns around and leans over your opened hood, picking at some cables and checking your engine. "Did that happen before?", he shortly looks at you with ice blue eyes. "Uhm, yeah, yesterday. Eddie said the electric circuit was interrupted", you shrug and lean against your car. "Munson said that? Didn't know he knows anything about cars. Or anything at all", he chuckles and smirks at you. "Well, Billy, there are some things he really knows a lot about", you give him a dirty smile and cross your arms in front of your chest. Billy stares at you, not knowing what to say. The seconds go by, you're not breaking the eye contact with him, just staring back. He then blinks rapidly and looks back down into the hood, you secretly smile and mentally high-five yourself for not giving in first and dominating him.
10 minutes later, he wipes his dirty hands on his jeans and looks back at you. "Try starting it", he points to your driver seat. You nod and open your door, jumping on your seat and turning your key while pressing the clutch down. After two weird sounds, the engine finally starts. You cheer and even smile at Billy, who gives you a thumbs up. Without turning it off again, you open the window and look at your helper, who slowly walks around your car and bends down to your window. "Call me, whenever you're sick of that metalhead, sweetheart", he winks at you. You roll your eyes, "Thanks for helping. But I'd never call you, not even if you're the last man on this goddamn earth. Goodbye Billy", you sweetly smile at him while driving off the parking spot, laughing at the look on his face you see in your rear mirror. What a douchebag.