Fleur | Eddie Munson X OC

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It's dark. My wrists are bound tightly above my head, and something soft covers my eyes. I steady my breathing, allowing my other senses to heighten. I listen carefully, and I can hear him. His breath ragged as he stands tauntingly close, body heat tingling my skin. I inhale deeply, and I can smell him. Tobacco, spearmint, and spicy musk. It burns its way down my throat forcing my thighs together. My body aches, and as if his need is just as strong, I feel him. Soft hair that tickles my cheek as he moves closer. The heat of his breath as he hovers just above the crook of my neck. The tips of his fingers as they slowly graze my bare chest, a blazing wildfire left in their wake.

Moments before the sensation becomes unbearable, he shows me mercy. Soft and plush lips find my heated skin. The sensation radiates through me, causing a weak cry to escape my lips. There's a loud clank of metal against metal above my head as I desperately pull at my bound wrist. I cannot see his face, but I can feel the smirk on his lips before a low growl of satisfaction sends chills down my spine.         

Suddenly, his calloused hands are everywhere at once, teasing as his mouth leaves a trail of blossoming bruises down my neck and chest. The heat of his tongue clasps around my nipple causing me to tear at my wrists once more. My flesh screams against the harsh grip of the metal, signaling there will surely be reminders of its presence tomorrow. He continues peppering wet kisses along my abdomen, down the forbidden path to where my body craves him most. My breathing turns shallow, and I can no longer contain the soft pleas that leave me.     

But then it all stops...and the fabric covering my eyes is pulled away. "Don't hurt yourself, sweetheart. I'm just gettin' started."         

Eddie.        

My heart crashes against the walls of my chest and my eyes adjust to the light, revealing the wavy haired metalhead hovering above me.

He gives me that wry smile and slowly lowers himself between my legs...          

"Daydreaming about me Emmy?" a male voice mutters uncomfortably close to my ear.          

God, this guy again...      

Andy Stewart...one of Jason's cronies. They play together on the basketball team, and for whatever reason he has a thing for me. I'm not sure why, other than I'm alive with tits. I've never given him the time of day nor a reason to be so grossly insistent on getting in my pants.          

I cringe away from the boy, keeping my eyes on my lunch, while scooting as close to the edge of my seat as possible. "It's Emilia, and no" I reply.

"Oh, come on Emilia. Don't be like that." He croons in the empty chair beside me, the smell of his body sweat fogged with cheap cologne makes my stomach ache.

Ugh. Just kill me now.           

"Or a GAME where you toss BALLS into laundry baskets..." That familiar, boisterous voice comes from across the lunchroom. Eddie walks along the tops of lunch tables, flailing his arms around, giving a dramatic speech.                  

"You want something, freak?" Jason's voice comes from behind me, as Chrissy places herself in the empty seat to my left. I hadn't been aware of their arrival, but Andy has become distracted by Eddie's outburst...and for that I'm grateful.          

The metalhead simply holds up devil horns and makes satanic noises in our direction.         

"Prick," Jason mutters.          

Making eye contact with me, Eddie gives a small wink before jumping back off the table and joining his Hellfire friends. I giggle quietly to myself and feel my cheeks redden. I've been having dreams of the boy since Chrissy's party.