Fight or Flight (Eddie Munson x Y/N)

44. "You Shook Me All Night Long"*

He feels his chest and throat tighten, your words overwhelming him with emotion. He doesn't want you to see it, though, and instead, crashes his lips into yours. His tongue demands entrance into your mouth, the urgency and passion obvious in the way he throws his hands into your hair, sending you walking backward quickly into his bedroom. You return the kiss, gripping at his shirt, holding onto him for dear life.

The backs of your knees hit the bed, forcing you to sit. As you do, you grip the back of Eddie's Corroded Coffin shirt and pull it over his head. His tangle of hair falls down around his shoulders, as his eyes meet yours for a second. He smiles his dimpled and lopsided smile before he kisses you more gently this time, his one hand snaking around you waist to hoist you up and lay for further down onto his bed.

Eddie breaks the kiss, laying over you, his warm, brown eyes taking in the sight of your face. "I...I want to make you feel good. I want to show you how much I want you and only you. Can I do that?" he whispers, removing a piece of hair from your face from when he shifted you onto the bed.

You nod shyly, thinking you know what he means, and it has your heart beating out of your chest. It's what almost happened when you were in the woods of the high school what seems like a lifetime ago.

He kisses your cheek first, moving down to the side of your neck, leaving soft gentle kisses as he uses a free hand to unbutton your sweater slowly. He gets halfway down before he starts lazily tracing the top edge of your bra, teasing you, and you feel your nipples turn to stiff peaks against the lace fabric still holding them hostage. You arch your back against his hand, wanting him to touch you. You feel him smile against your neck.

"I'm not rushing this," he says in a low, sexy voice, removing his hand from the top of your breast and continuing to slowly unbutton the rest of your sweater. As he pops the last button he pulls his lips off your neck so he can see the view as he unclasps your bra in the front. Your breasts are exposed to him in one swift movement of his skilled fingers.

"Fuck, you're so god damn beautiful," he says sweetly, sincerely, but his eyes are a new shade of dark. He's doing everything he can to keep things slow.

He begins to work the button of your denim jeans as he trails his mouth down to your collarbone, to the tops your breast, and finally to your nipple. He licks it slowly with a quick flick before he circles it with his tongue, putting the hard peak in his mouth and sucking gently.

"Oh my god," you breathe, arching your back, wanting more, feeling the sensation of his mouth on your breast travel directly down between your legs.

"I can't believe I get to touch you like this," he says, blowing cool air gently onto your nipple, making it even harder, sending shivers down your body. "You are absolutely perfect." He gently bites down, causing you to yelp with pleasure, grabbing onto his bicep.

"You like that?" he teases before continuing his achingly slow journey down between your breasts, down your torso, and just below your unbuttoned jeans.

He stands from the bed and puts both hands on either side of your jeans, pulling them down around your ankles before he removes each leg with care. He then removes his own belt and jeans, standing before you in his boxers, you left with nothing but a lacy thong. It's dark in the room but you can see the rapid rising and falling of his tatted chest. He's done this before, yes, but you can see in his eyes he's nervous. He's told you he loves you. He knows you love him. You're not both in varying degrees of unfamiliar territory. Naked in more ways than one.

He kneels onto the bed in front of you"May I?" he asks with a sheepish grin, looping his index fingers around the sides of your panties.

You don't respond, but instead, bite your lip in anticipation. He waits a beat to make sure that's your way of consenting before sliding them down your thighs, calves, and off your ankles.