In the small town of Hawkins, where darkness looms and secrets abound, a chance encounter sparks a tempestuous journey for Eddie Munson, the endearing misfit of Stranger Things. Enter Holly, the enigmatic bass player of the electrifying band Sage Ba...
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I could feel the sun burning my eyes before I even opened them. And something tickling my nose—hair. But it wasn't mine. My eyes creaked open, my vision blurry at first. I didn't remember falling asleep, but I did remember she was there. She had stayed with me. Even after I had been kind of an asshole. To be honest, if I had known about...everything...before, I wouldn't have messed with her so much. I wanted to kick myself for being so stupid.
But there she was, her head on my chest and her slim arm tossed across my waist, close, so close to—
Munson, pull yourself together. I tried to think about anything but the warmth of her arm across my body but it was hot, so hot, branding my skin.
The wild, blond, curls were stern every which way and I tried to move them from next to my nose without her waking up. I didn't want to disturb her. She looked peaceful. I blew it out of my way, trying not to sneeze, when she groaned a little bit and shifted. I froze.
"Eddie?" She yawned and moved her hand to my chest, pushing her hair back. "'Morning."
"Morning, sweetheart." I whispered, her hair back in my face and I decided I didn't care. It smelled good. Like her and like clean shampoo. I liked it a lot. Her eyes opened, looking up at me and...we just kind of froze like that. Our eyes locked, my breath was jagged and quick in my throat. I started.
"Can I—can I kiss you...?" Our faces had been slowly getting closer, and she flicked her eyes up through her lashes. She nodded.
I leaned in slowly, I didn't want to upset her again, and I felt the heat of her breath on my lips, on my teeth, before I felt them. My breath was shuddering and I was pretty fucking sure I was embarrassed about it, but I didn't really care.
Our lips connected, and her breath was ragged on mine. Her hand slid from my chest to my arm and I was frozen for a second. Then I trailed my fingers from where they were at my side, to her neck. And like a glove they fit, cupped behind her head and my thumb tracing her earlobe. I licked at her front teeth and went back into the kiss. She moaned lightly next to me. She wants me. She wants me. My mind was reeling as I kissed her, her body against mine. I was getting hard with her so close to me, I couldn't help it. The sounds she was making, the heat of her so close to me, the feel of her lips against mine, against my jaw.
Afraid it was gonna end, I shot up onto my knees. I kicked off my sneakers, not realizing I had slept in them, and shrugged out of my jacket. My necklace snagged onto the flannel, but she waited patiently as I hovered over her again. She smiled and her eyes were lazy and glittering in the sun that was starting to blaze into the boat house. Her hair was in shambles all around her on the blankets. I pushed a strand away from her eyebrow and just...looked at her. I would have been happy to just do that, to never touch her again if I could just...see her smiling at me. My necklace was dangling over her face and she giggled.
"Wanna take that off too?" she asked. I did as she requested, and with one hand tilted her head up from the blankets.
"Keep it safe for me, okay?" She smiled and nodded and I could sworn my heart exploded. I knelt and kissed her jaw, a soft sigh escaping her lips and tickled my ear. My body flooded with heat.
I could feel that I was hard, the ache was unbearable under my jeans, but I didn't care. Mid-kiss she scooted up, lips still attached to mine—hungry—and pulled her black sweatshirt over her head.
Shit. I almost came just...looking at her. Her skin looked so soft and golden in the sun. She was wearing a black lacey thing, that snapped in the back. I widened my eyes as I pulled back, and just...hesitated. She nodded, and my fingers grazed her back, right under the band. Her chin was at my neck, and her breath was quick and hot underneath me.
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I fumbled with her bra for a second and then got it unsnapped. She cradled herself against me for a moment, and I could have sworn she was nervous too, although she didn't say anything. She pulled back a little and shimmied out of it.
I kissed down her neck, to the top of one of her breasts, and I could feel her heart hammering in her chest. I liked it. I grazed my lips, my teeth, down to the peaked part of her chest. I pushed the guitar pick that dangled between her chest out of the way, behind her, and I could imagine how it looked dangled along her naked back. I shuddered. I flicked my tongue along her nipple and the moans that escaped her told me that that was good, so I continued doing that. I had my hands placed gently, the left at where her waist and ribs met, the other behind her neck, her head leaned back against it.
Then she moved, and I was confused where we were going next. She shimmied out of her pajama pants, and her underwear, and my heart thudded in my chest. I shoved my pants off, but kept my boxers on, and I could feel my face flushing. It was a wonder that any blood was going to my face at all. Her face was red too, and we were both more sweaty than we probably would have liked (it had to have been a thousand degrees inside that boat house). I was hard against her leg, and I spied her green eyes taking in...well, me.
I had only been with...one person. And you could hardly call it a thing, she was just some chick I met when I had gone to see my mom one summer a few years back, when my mom wanted me to come see her still. So, it was kind of weird that it wasn't...awkward. I mean sure I was embarrassed but I, I wanted to impress her. I wanted her to like me, I wanted her to know me and touch me. Just like I wanted to know every part of her and touch every part of her, smell her and taste her and...
I trailed my fingers down, from her neck to her belly button, she shivered but I looked up at her and she seemed okay, so I continued. I trailed my fingers down as I scooted myself down the blanket, and trailed farther, hitching her leg up and over my shoulder. Then she froze.
"Are you...are you sure you want to do...that?"
I smiled, looking up at her through my lashes.
"Sweetheart, there's nothing in the world I'd rather be doing." She didn't say anything. I trailed my pointer and middle finger down the middle of her. I was stunned, when I reached the core of her. She was slick, wet, hot...for me. Her breathing was driving me crazy. It was so erratic. I kissed the inside of her thigh, and she responded with a shudder. I touched her clit with my thumb and I thought she had gotten mad. She writhed beneath me.
"You okay?" my voice came out ragged and breathy, and my eyes shifted to her face.
"Mhmm." Okay, that's good, then.
I swirled my thumb around that sensitive spot, her moans came out less like hums and more like groans then. I put two fingers at her core, and slowly dove in. I was so hard my dick was throbbing, aching to be touched but I held back. I wanted to know her first. I wanted to touch her and just be with her. Then I lowered my head down farther, and placed my lips on to that sensitive spot. She groaned above me, her face hot and red, and splotched with heat. I liked that too. And then I licked her, and she throbbed beneath my lips. I moaned, unable to contain my pleasure at hers. She liked that too. She grabbed my hair in her hands, and I lavished her. I was a servant beneath her body and she was my goddess.
She writhed from the hot touch of my mouth on her core, her legs forming around my back. I drank her like a drug, and if she had been poison I'd have gladly died.
"Eddie..." she moaned out my name, and a shiver cascaded down my back. I lapped at her, her core tightened around my fingers.
"Yes, Sweetheart?" I panted out.
"Don't...don't stop."
"Never."
I reached up, caressing her breast with my free hand.
"Come for me." I whispered between breaths. Her moans quickened with her breath, and she came ove my fingers in a flush of warmth, her body slick from satisfaction. She throbbed around my fingers, rippling from her as she held my head where it was. I kissed her thigh, smiling against her skin.
I scooted up next to her, her body slick with sweat, trailing a finger over her peaked breast, and I couldn't wipe the smile from my face.
I had never been so happy, I had never felt so...safe. She snuggled into my bare chest, and I drug my fingers against her naked shoulder. I wanted to do this forever. I thought my chest was going to implode. I thought I might die. She sighed into my neck, next to my ear and my length throbbed in response. But I was...okay. I was just so...loved. Was this was that was. My mouth was too fast for my mouth.
"Holly, I—" No. Oh no. Munson, NO! You'll just scare her, or make her mad or,—"Holly?"
