𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 - 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍

𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘 𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗨𝗔𝗚𝗘, 𝗦𝗘𝗫𝗨𝗔𝗟 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧, 𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗕𝗔𝗟 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗙𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗧, 𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗟 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗧𝗛 𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗚𝗚𝗟𝗘𝗦

𝙺𝙸𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁𝙻𝚈 𝙲𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙳𝚈

I knocked on the door to Eddie's trailer three times before it swung open and he stood topless, his tattoos surrounding his forearm prominent and a blazing new one on his chest, wrapped in a messy cling film that had fresh dots of blood mixing in with the aftercare cream.

"Is that?.." I took a step closer to him to inspect the new tattoo. "A fucking demon?." I gasped a little once I realised what it was and looked up to him with worry.

"Not a demon. More of a.. grotesque." Eddie smirked and dipped his head to look down at the fresh ink.

"Right.." I said slowly before walking past him and dropping my bag onto the small kitchen counter. "Anyway. How is he?." I asked, listening to Eddie close the door behind me.

"Seems like he's doing a bit better. With Beck's at the hospital." Eddie said simply as I felt his arms slither around my waist, his lips connecting with the side of my throat.

"Mhm." I said and leant my head back on his shoulder, feeling my entire body un-tense and relax at the soft touch from his skin.

"I missed you." Eddie mumbled, his hands roaming the exposed area of my torso from my cheer uniform. "Missed you so much." His lips trailed kisses down my neck, moving the collar to my jacket and reattaching himself to my shoulder.

"I missed you too, Ed." I whispered with my eyes closed.

"Good." He murmured and moved one of his hands from my torso to the side of my neck. "Wanted to touch you so bad when I was there." He carried on with his mumbling, being more passionate with me than he had been in a long time.

We had both changed a lot since those first months of our relationship, and it wasn't so much a bad thing, but it was nice to experience the sensation I use to get around him at the start. I knew I would eventually start to feel like this, courtesy of my upbringing, but I didn't think it would start to happen in such short of time. I still got giddy around him and I still adored his bones, but I had the feeling it was no longer the same with him, and all he saw was somebody he knew he loved who he found attractive.

He was becoming a man.

"Touch me then." I said in a broken moan and held onto his hand that was now on my waist, moving it slowly down my front to the bottom of my skirt.

"So impatient, Princess." Eddie stopped his delicate touches from his mouth and moved his head towards my ear, whispering into it. "Can't even wait for me to take you to the bedroom." I could feel his smirk from besides my head and I rolled my eyes at him, twisting to face him and intertwining our hands.

"Come on then. I don't have all day." I said and smirked up at him, pulling his body behind myself.

"I do." Eddie snorted as we approached his room, passing by Wayne's that was filled to the brink with boxes. All the furniture was gone and the room looked as if it was about to be decorated.

"Uh, what's with all the boxes and stuff?." I asked him, keeping my eyes on the oddly empty room.

"Oh." Eddie said and paused. "They're, uh-the firm who owns the trailer park is upping the tax on the caravan homes..and we can't afford it, so Wayne's decided to knock his room down so we only pay room tax for my bedroom.." I kept my eyes on Ed as I watched the life slowly drain from his eyes, not literally. He was losing everything he'd hoped for in life and it was happening fast.