The Stranger -Sequal To Vienna-

Chapter 7

Stevie's POV

I know I over reacted.

I know I did, but what else was I meant to do? I'm not a child. I can look after myself and I don't understand why nobody can see that, but I definitely over reacted and I feel terrible about it.

Eddie was only trying to help and I basically spat in his face.

So now, Wayne has given me the trailer keys while he's at work, Eddie's out god knows where and I'm cleaning the trailer while I've got two different pots heating up on the stove.

I've got all of the ingredients for Eddie's favourite meal, laid out infront of me.

Minus the garlic.

He may have pissed me off unintentionally but I don't want to kill him.

I start cooking and lay the, small, table, while I put on the cassette player in the living room and letting the tape already inside it, ring out.

I think it's Elvis, which is a shock to me.

I never thought that Elvis Presley would be playing in the Munson household.

I suppose, Metal music is somewhat derived from Rock and Roll but I'm going to assume that this tape is Wayne's, not Eddie's.

"Hey, Wayne! I thought you didn't like the king?" I turn my head and see Eddie walking through the door, shaking the rain out of his hair softly.

"This is yours?" I ask, trying not to smile and his head snaps up when he hears my voice, his eyes immediately locking with mine.

"...no."

"Liar!" I exclaim, pointing at him with the spatula in my hand.

"I'm not lying! It's Wayne's!" He tried to deny it again, but he thinks I don't see his foot, very subtly, tapping along to the rhythm of the song.

"You just said and I quote, 'I thought you didn't like the king', so don't try pull a fast one on me, Munson."

"Alright! Alright, yes I like Elvis Presley. Is that a crime? The man's voice is like butter." He cracks, holding his hands up in surrender and we laugh together but then he slowly stops and avoid eye contact with me. "Are you still mad at me? I didn't want you to get upset, I just don't want you to ge-"
"Eddie, I'm fine. I'm not mad, I never was." I cut off his rambling, feeling guilty for making him worry that I'm angry with him.

"I mean...you kinda were." He whispers to himself and I raise my eyebrows and sigh.

"Okay, fine I was but I had no right to be. I know I was in the wrong and you were only trying to help." I say and he nods, rubbing his face and walking over to the counter and messing with the wooden spoon inside one of the pots.
"So, is that what all this is for?" He smirks, gesturing to the pots on his stove and the candles lit up around the room. "Or are you just trying to get lucky?"

"Oh honey, since when have I had to try?" I joke and he laughs.

"Just for that, you're not getting anything." He threatens and it's my turn to laugh.

"Fine, wanna bet on it?"

"Yes. Wait, no...I don't know." He says, feeling conflicted with his own answer.

"Scared?"

"Uh, yeah." He says, looking at me like I should know he is. "You're stubborn, you'll absolutely win this and I know for a fact that you'll make it hell for me."

"You bet your sweet ass I will." I winks.

"Then I don't want to make a bet." He quickly says, his voice higher than usual.

"Too late, Munson." I chuckle, taking the spoon from him and stirring the pot myself as he leans against the wall opposite me.

"No! I took it back!"

"Shame." I giggle and walk towards him.

"You're already starting. Get away from me, devil woman." He says, using his fingers to create a cross.

"I just wanted to hold you, you idiot. I acted like an emotional bitch yesterday and I feel awful about it." I admit, wrapping my arms around myself and he pouts.

"Well, in that case. C'mere sweetheart." He smiles and opens his arms, pulling me in and wrapping his arms around me tightly.

"I'm really sorry, Eds." I mumble into his chest and hear him sigh softly.

"It's okay. I understand that all of this is a lot to handle, I just want you to know that we're all here when and if you need us." He kisses my head and tightens his grip, making me feel secure and safe. "But we won't treat you like glass anymore, I promise."

"Thank you." I mumble softly and place a kiss on his lips. "I feel like we haven't kissed in ages."

"We haven't and it's been a living hell." He groans and kisses me again.

"Well we're both here now and we don't have anywhere to go..." I say after pulling away for a second and kissing him again.

"What are you suggesting Miss Henderson?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I think you know, Mr Munson."

"What kind of man do you take me for?" He says, 'offended'.

"A good man, that missed his girlfriend just as much as she missed him?" I say hopefully and I see his cheeks redden and his eyes darken slightly.

"Then you'd be correct." He groans, gripping my waist and pulling me into him and kissing me like I'd disappear for eternity if he ever stopped.

"You lost the bet." I say quickly and hear him scoff.

"Devil offspring." He grumbles and I can't help but giggle into his mouth when he lifts me up by my waist with no struggle at all, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist as he holds me in his arms tightly.

He presses me against the wall and I hold onto his shoulders as he moves his hands from my body and placed one beside each side of my head, the only thing keeping my body against the wall being his own.

"We're not fucking against the wall next to your kitchen, Munson. Wayne eats here."

"I eat here too." He smirks, trailing kisses down my neck, clearly reminiscing the time his head was between my legs while I was sat on the small counter. "So, why the fuck not? We've done it in a public park for gods sake."

"It was 3am and we were wasted." I breathe out, trying to ignore the feeling of pure bliss he's giving me right now. "And I like Wayne more than I like you. If you want to fuck me against a wall, take me to your room or find a different wall. Not next to food, and there's literally...fuck...there's currently food c-cooking on that stove."

"Why are you stuttering, honey?" He teases, his hand coming between our bodies and dipping into my jeans.

"You're a bastard, Eddie Munson." I breathe hitches when I feel his finger circling my clit, keeping the same pressure but changing up the speed every few seconds.

"S'hot when you say it like that. Sounding all breathless because of me." He says, his voice low and raspy as he sucks on the skin between my neck and collar bone while teasing my entrance with his finger.

"You're a nightmare." I huff, my hips rolling involuntarily. He chuckles darkly in my ear when he hears me gasp and feels my body tense up when he finally pushes two fingers into me.

"And you're a goddamn dream."