Oh, my love //: Reddie:\\

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richie*

Eddie's expression seemed angry as he cleaned my face. His touch was delicate, but his face seemed pissed.

I sighed, looking up at him, stopping his hand. "What is it?"

He tossed the wipe away. "I cannot fucking believe you, Richard. Just because you and a friend get into an argument, doesn't mean you go and fight Bowers!" He rambled out. "Why the fuck do you do things like this? It's idiotic and dangerous, Richie! He can seriously hurt you if he wanted!" He yelled at me. "I'd rather not lose the most important person of my life, thanks." He rolled his pretty brown eyes.

I felt a little guilty, but not all the way. "You're right, Eds. I'm sorry. I should've just walked away from the start." As much as I felt like disagreeing with him, he's right.

He sighed, putting a bandaid on my chin. "What happened anyway?"

"He was just being an asshole. Needless to say I won, thanks to a giant tree limb and some rocks." I chuckled.

He smiled a little. "Okay, Richie," he chuckled out.

I smile at him. He's so beautiful and pretty to stare at. I love him so much.

"Did you guys have fun?" I asked.

He shrugged. "Stan and Bill were basically flirting the entire time, leaving me and mike to hang out."

"I really think they're into each other," I said. "I see the way they look over each other all the time, and the way Stan cares for Bill? True love, my friend," I said dramatically.

He nodded, stepping back. "I can't wait til I really fall in love and run away with someone." He sighed out longingly.

Run away with me, Eds.

"Me too, this town is cracked out of its mind." I chuckled.

He smiled softly up at me. "Would you wanna go to arcade today? Find a new game to play?" He asked as he wiped my cheek off.

I chuckled awkwardly. "I'd rather not," I said.

He chuckled. "Okay, Rich. What do you want to do? It shouldn't be too active since you have a billion broken bones, and then some." He pointed out.

I sighed. "Let's just lay around. I'll listen to you read, yeah? Maybe put me to sleep?" I chuckled.

He slapped my chest lightly. "Okay," he packed his things into his Fanny pack, laying it on the counter top.

I followed him out, sitting on his bed. He went around and pulled out a book. Hatchet. Cool. He laid down and opened the book softly, its cover seeming worn out.

He slowly let his mind fall into the book, reading the words carefully, not rambling like he always does.

I let my eyes trail over him. He's so beautiful and perfect. I genuinely love him. Hell, I know I'm in love with him. I've loved him from the first time I saw him. I just never realized until the last moment. How great.

The way his soft lips moved to form words, his smooth tan skin, his wondrous eyes skimming the page, his soft voice.

I laid down beside him. My eyes trailed over his neck, wanting to know how it really feels. It seems so warm and smooth.

If I don't make a move, I'll never make any progress with this situation.

I gently scooted closer to him, side against side. I casually laid my head on his shoulder, looming over his small hands.

I turned my face into his shoulder, deeply inhaling his scent. He smells clean, like clean clothes on an crisp autumn day, and like the beach. It's nice and humble to the nose.

I let my face trial up to his neck, nuzzling him softly. I smirked as I felt Eddie's breath hitch.

I let my lips place gentle open mouth kisses on his neck. I was sure to be slow and careful with the fragile boy, making sure it was graceful and tender.

I heard him gasp hushed like, stopping his words and reading. He tilted his head, allowing me more access to his neck.

I took advantage of the sign and moved us to where we were both laying on our sides. I let my hands hold him warmly, kissing more eagerly on his neck, caressing his cheek with the other hand.

"R-Richie," He whimpered. His eyes were now fluttering shut instead of looking down, me kissing up his Adam's apple, on to his chin and cheek, making sure I covered his jaw line. I felt him pull at my shirt.

I nibbled at his ear lobe a little bit. "Like I asked before, Eds," I whispered to him. "Can I kiss you?" I hummed.

"R-Richie," He shuttered out, pushing his body into mine. "If this is a joke, i-it went too far," he mumbled out.

I looked up at him, letting my fingers tread and tug through his hair. "It's not a joke, Eds," I said, looking him in his eyes.

He hesitated before pressing his warm soft lips against mine.

I couldn't help but to smile into the kiss, closing my eyes and embracing our one perfect moment. I don't care how long this moment lasts, I just need it to be perfect for us.

His lips were everything you'd dream they'd be, plus more. They're soft like flower petals, yet fairly similar to cotton candy. I don't mean to sound cheesy, but it's the truth. I haven't even brought up how sweet he tastes; just like mint chocolate chip ice cream.

As I realized what I was actually doing, more of realizing I'm finally kissing Eddie Kaspbrack, I felt my stomach light up, feeling sparks fly between us.

He moved closer, moving his gentle small hands to my shirt, pulling and clutching on to it tightly.

I smiled a little but to myself, loving every solid second of this.

"R-Richie," he moaned out.

I moved and kissed all around his neck and jaw line. "What is it, Eddie?" I hummed to him.

"Wh-what, ooh," He shuttered out as I nibbles his skin. "I-I like th-that," he gasped. I smirked into his skin as I nibbled in him gently. "What does this all m-mean?" He asked.

I looked up at him, kissing him, letting the feeling linger for a second more. "Whatever you want it to mean, Eds," I whispered softly to him.

He smiled up at me. He pressed his lips to mine quickly. "This means everything to me, Rich."

I smiled up at him. "Yeah, me too, Eds," I looked over him fondly. "That lap dance was kinda hot too though," I shrugged.

He scoffed and slapped my chest playfully. "Watch it, Richard."

I chuckled and held him closer to my chest. "I'm just playing, Eddie," I reassured him.

He giggled, making my heart flutter. He looked at me, us making memorable eye contact. "Does this imply that you won't get hung up on the girl from English class?" He asked light heartedly.

I looked over him, smiling. "Does this mean you'd run away with me?"

He smiled. "Forever and always, Richie."

I gently intertwined our hands together, feeling happy. I pressed a sloppy kiss to his head, making him groan.