✔️rough, eddie munson

⊹₊⋆ wind me up and get your way

The pair were tangled up on the couch, Eddie on top of Cynthia as he traced patterns on the skin of her exposed hip with calloused fingers. She snaked a hand up and around before absentmindedly copying his movements onto his own back.

Eddie broke away from the girl's mouth and started leaving chaste kisses and the occasional bite on her neck and jaw.

He knew he had found a sweet spot when he heard a soft moan in his ear, followed by nails pressing into his side; what he wasn't expecting was her knee coming up and pressing against his groin. Groaning, he pulled away from her with a chuckle, "dammit, Moose."

Cynthia responded with a breathless laugh; it was like music to his ears. "Sorry, I–" Eddie had cut her off with a sloppy but this time when he broke away, her teeth grazed against his bottom lip.

"Don't start what you can't finish."

Letting out another laugh as Eddie went back to her neck, she brought her hands back to thoughtlessly sliding his shirt up his back. Her eyes traveled around the living room and everything seemed brighter and she swore she could hear a car that was definitely not a part of the movie that they left abandoned on the television.

"I think someone's outside." She muttered to Eddie who stopped mid-nibble on Cynthia's ear lobe. He pulled away and also listened. Then a car door slammed, "shit."

Cynthia pushed Eddie up and off of her before sliding off of the couch and fixing her shirt haphazardly while making her way to the open curtain and looking outside, spotting her sister getting out of a van at the end of the driveway, "shit, it's Beth."

Eddie quickly gathered his bag of weed along with the rolling papers and joints that were on the coffee table as Cynthia ran to the front door, combing her hair out with her fingers.

"What happened?" She asked as Bethany trudged down the walkway to the front door, basically dragging her overnight bag behind her.

Eddie couldn't hear the younger sister's response but as soon as she entered, Cynthia had her arm around her, leading her to the hallway, "yeah, her parents are, um, weird about guests."

"Could you give me a ride in the morning? We're still going to the rink in Somerset."

"Yeah, get me up whenever," Cynthia shrugged, successfully making her sister avoid heading into the living room and seeing Eddie Munson still in their house.

Once a door in the hallway shut, the teen turned around and spotted Eddie slipping his jacket on, getting ready to leave, "what are you doing?"

"Your sister is home, thought you might want me outta here," he explained while trying to sort out his inverted sleeve.

"No–" she answered quickly, too quickly, "I mean, if you want to: you can. But I was kind of hoping you'd stay the night."

Eddie stopped maneuvering his jacket around and looked back up at the girl across the room with a sheepish grin, "I'll stay."

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The pair had wound up restarting The Thing instead of going to bed right away, now it was 2:37 A.M. and they stumbled their way to Cynthia's room at the end of the hall.

Eddie had plopped down onto her bed as she went to the small closet in the corner, she dug around for a minute before looking back at him and asking: "do you want some sweats or are you gonna sleep in your jeans like an animal?"

"Didn't realize this was a sleepover, Moose."

Cynthia playfully rolled her eyes, before once again peering into the closet, "God."