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Chrissy did practically run to her house and was panting by the time she opened the front door. Her mother was still ignoring her, but apparently just had to make the comment that a little run would do you good, Chrissy dear.
She held her tongue and she got a glass of water and went to her room. The book that Dustin had given her was long and she wondered if she would be able to figure out what Eddie had written to her after all.
Chrissy did try, really, but the book seemed very convoluted and held multiple languages. She was currently struggling through the pronounce, “Mel-eth-thril neen?“ She questioned, the words so foreign on her tongue.
“You’re learning Elvish?”
She turned and saw her brother in the doorway, a yo-yo in hand. “Timmy! You know this?”
Her heart pounds at the chance that she might understand this code Eddie left her.
Her brother gives her a side-eye, “Maybe, I do. For a price.” A sneaky grin.
Dear God she didn’t have time for this, “Okay, what is it?”
Timmy whistles, “I want you to take me to the comic book shop in Indianapolis.”
Her eyes widen. “Timmy that’s a 3 hour drive! And you know mom hates comics, The only words you need are that of the Lord.” She mimics her mother’s shrill voice.
Her brother shrugs, beginning to play with his yo-yo, “Then I guess you won’t know that it’s pronounced ‘Mel-a-thril nin’ like in.”
She repeats the words, liking how it sounds now. “Okay, okay. We’ll go. But you’re bringing your own money for comics!”
Timmy’s eyes light up and he fist bumps the air.
“Alright! Let me see what you’re trying to read.”
Chrissy gingerly hands him the note, chewing the inside of her cheeks.
“Melethril nîn means my beloved so I guess this guy is in love with you or something.”
Her heart races. Does he? Love me?
“What about the last line?” She urges on almost shaking her brother’s skinny arm.
His eyes squint as he reads and laughs, “Oh, he has it so bad for you Chris.”
She needs to know what it says, “Tell me!”
Timmy sigh, “Jeez so annoying”, but says “it means ‘you hold my heart (in your hands)’, so I guess you’re the one in control here.”
Another shrug, “Can I go now?”
Chrissy does grab him then. “No, tell me how to say that last one and what should I say back?”
Timmy’s face warps into a grimace. “Chris, I don’t want to be involved in your lovey-dovey stuff it’s gross.”
She lets go of his arm and adds, “I’ll buy you any candy and as much as you want.”
Timmy smiles then, “Deal.”
He then sits down on the bed and works to help Chrissy wrap her mind around the unfamiliar words.
At 6:00 she’s rushing her brother out of the room.
“Thank you, but I need to get ready now. I promise we’ll go to Indianapolis soon.”
What to wear to the Hideout?
She’s never set foot in the dive-bar and most of her clothing is pastels.
I don’t want to stick out more. She sighs as she rummages through her closet and drawers.
She vaguely recalls a black miniskirt as part of her Madonna Halloween costume last year and goes deeper into her closet.
She finds it and holds it against herself, dear lord this is short, I hope it still fits.
Chrissy manages to find a matching top and rushes to put the outfit together with some makeup.
A darker smoky eye compared to her trademark blue eyeshadow, but she needs to fit the scene she supposed.
Taking a look at herself in the full-length mirror, she works to avoid her stomach and legs.
The clothes fit, that’s all you need to know. She repeats the phrase a few times and closes her eyes.
You don’t need to suck it or pinch anywhere. No time for a purge break anyway.
Chrissy grabs a small bag, paper that she wrote a phrase Timmy helped her with, and almost trips down the stairs to go out the door.
Unfortunately she’s stopped by her mother. “Where are you going dressed like the local hooker?”
Chrissy freezes and feels heat flush her face. “I’m going to see my soulmate and actually make a decision for myself.”
The words are out of her mouth before she realizes and the shocked look on her mother’s face gives her the strength she didn’t think possible.
“I’m going to be happy, without your influence. Without you.”
Her mother puckers her lips like she swallowed a lemon and spits, “You aren’t my daughter, you vile creature.”
Chrissy laughs then, “Better for me,” and leaves.
Her issue is that she’s been so impulsive that she didn’t ask Stacy for a ride and now she thinks she’s going to have to walk the 10 miles into town when a beep beep makes her turn around.
“Homecoming Queen! Heard you might need a ride tonight.”
Steve Harrington pulls up with Robin who, once again, is hanging out the window.
“Get in Bubblegum Pop.”
Her heart lifts as she joins them.
“How did you know?” She questions even though she has an idea.
“A little curly-haired nerd would not stop talking about how THE Chrissy Cunningham was in his house and was apparently taking a ride on the wild side this Tuesday evening.”
Steve states and Robin adds, “As the assigned designated drivers, we felt it was our duty to drive you, Your Highness”.
Steve rolls his eyes, “You can’t even drive, I’m the driver all the time.”
Robin fake cries, “You know it’s expensive, Hairspray!”
Chrissy settles in but bounces her leg the entire 15 minute drive to the Hideout.
When they arrive Robin asks, “Do you want us to go in with you? Steve is a great get-away driver if you think it’s going to be horrific.”
Chrissy likes how genuine they are, but decline, “No, I think it will be fine.”
Some doubt creeps in, “I hope.”
“I’ll beat him up if any happens, I don’t care what Henderson says.” Steve adds and gives her a thumb up.
Chrissy rouses herself and halfheartedly waves before walking in to what she imagines is the wolf’s den.
The Hideout is dark, grimy, and smells of stale beer. Chrissy immediately wants to run out, but steels her nerves as she walks to the bar.
She feels the eyes of the few patrons staring at her and it highlights the fact that she is misplaced, wrong.
This thought chills her, because what if she’s wrong for Eddie too? That’s might be what his note meant.
I’m not the prince.
She holds back tears and sits on a sticky barstool, waiting for Corroded Coffin to come on.
Chrissy starts to pick at a hangnail when she hears the a loud guitar riff and the lights dim even lower. Her heart starts to pound as she eagerly listens.
“Patrons of The Hideout! It’s Corroded Coffin back again to fill your ears with some sweet, sweet metal!”
She thinks it’s Gareth who speaks and he receives a mumbled “Who?” And “At least they’re better than yesterday’s bunch”.”
Chrissy shakes her head. Eddie wasn’t kidding when he said no one came.
She yearns to see him and stretches her neck farther. And there he was, stage left with a guitar in hand, his hair covering his face.
She thinks of shouting his name, so he knows she’s here but nerves overcome her as she watches him play. Completely fixated on how his fingers move over the strings.
She’s not sure if she’s a fan of the metal, but she’s definitely a fan of Eddie Munson.
Especially now that she knows just how talented his finger are, in more ways than one. Chrissy shakes her head trying to clear her mind of her desire.
Not why you’re here tonight. Just here to talk.
The band continues to play and even if the sound is loud in her ears she can appreciate the art of it. She enjoys watching people get passionate about what they do and Eddie is more passionate than most.
She notices heat flush throughout her body as she clenches her legs closer. Control yourself!
The band continues to play and while she wants to keep listening and perhaps learn why Eddie loves metal so much, she wants it to be over soon too. Her anxiety rises with each cord and baseline.
“You’ve been great tonight!” Gareth says as they end their third song.
“We’re going to slow it down a bit for our final number.”
She sits up a little taller and begins to tap her foot in anticipation. She’s been watching Eddie the entire time, not catching his eyes, but he moves to the center mic and says, “Chrissy this is for you.”
Her breath hitches as his eyes meet hers. His smile doesn’t reach his eyes and her heart breaks into another piece. Eddie starts on the guitar and then begins to sing.
When I saw your face
I became a prisoner of your eyes
And I would do just anything
To stay and be with you.
She listens her heart aching for him. Is this how he feels?
She doesn’t want to make him a prisoner to her. She just wants to be with him.
To listen to his stupid jokes and laugh at his antics. She wants to have the easiness that she felt around him. The safety that he brings to her.
Only time will tell
If I can live without you
Can you see into the future?
Will you ever set me free?
She feels a wetness and realizes that she’s crying. She never wanted to hurt him like this and can’t listen to these lyrics anymore knowing what they truly mean.
She stands and notices a sign for the bathroom.
If Chrissy thought the main area of the bar was bad, the bathroom was something she never wants to go into again.
She can hear her shoes stick to the tile and would’ve thrown up if she had anything to eat today.
Holding her breath, she walks to the clouded mirror and wordlessly practices her speech.
She’s going over it for a third time when she notices the music stop and hears a few claps. She braces herself and walks out the bathroom.
She almost bumps into Eddie “Oh!”
He looks just as startled and eyes her up and down, “Can’t believe you actually remembered.”
She fidgets with her shirt, suddenly self-conscious. “You invited me.”
She forces herself to look at him, “and I wanted to talk to you.”
He just shrugs and points to the end of the hallway. “We can go to the break room.”
Chrissy feels her eyes burning at his coldness. She’s grateful that they are alone, but stands stiffly while he places his guitar away and sits on the old couch that she can tell must’ve never been updated.
“Why are you here Chrissy?” No emotion in his voice and she holds back a sob.
She blinks away tears, “You weren’t in school and, I got your note.”
A flash of emotion and that makes her brave. “I wanted to respond to it.”
Eddie just stares and the lack of interest begins to make her angry.
A huff from her, “I don’t want a prince. I never wanted that.”
Still nothing from him and her nails are digging into her palms.
“I know I said some stupid things, but don’t think that our time together meant nothing to me!”
She stomps her foot and walks closer to him. “I want to be with you.”
He sighs then.
“Chrissy, if you want to have some forbidden fruit before you graduate and take off with your soulmate I don’t think it can be me.”
She was right, he does think all she wants is sex. God, she’s the actual worst.
“Eddie, that’s not-“
He holds up a hand to stop her. “I thought I could handle it. Being near you, being with you.”
He drops his head into his hands. “But it’s just too hard. I can’t spend the rest of my life thinking about you when I know you belong to someone else.”
Her anger fills her again. “I don’t belong to anyone. I get to choose who I spend my life with.”
Eddie just shakes his head and when he looks at her, she thinks he might cry.
“You’re someone who wants to be with their soulmate. A true fairytale ending for the princess.”
Another surge of anger, but Eddie continues, “I don’t deserve to have your initials on my skin, so please.”
A shaky breath, “Just find him and let me try to forget you.”
Hope burns inside, he does have my initials!
She get’s closer and says clearly, “I have already found him.”
He looks at her and laughs bitterly. “Oh? Then why are you here?”
He’s really this dense?
She knows that her next move is crucial, but she really didn’t think of anything. She knows he’ll think she’s lying if she just says it’s him, she needs to show him, prove it.
She places her hands at the top of her skirt and pulls.
This is the most impulsive she’s ever been. She prays that no one comes in as she stands in front of Eddie half-naked, her skirt and underwear pooling at her feet.
“It’s you, dummy.” She barely get’s out.
Her face burns and she wishes he would say something, but his face is white and he looks like he might pass out.
Shit this was stupid. Now I really am a whore, soliciting myself to him again.
She’s about to pull up her clothing and run out of there when Eddie leaves the couch to fall on his knees, so close that she can feel the hot air leave his nose as his large hands wrap around her hips and she stiffens for another reason.
“Chrissy, this is real?” He asks awed and she feels the lightest touch of his fingers on her, his, marks.
Her mind racing and her breathing erratic, she confirms, “Yes, I-“
But she doesn’t finish her sentence, doesn’t even know what she might’ve said before Eddie stands and takes her face into his hands.
He kisses her like his life depends on it and all her built up tears flow freely. Eddie brushes them away with his thumb and tastes them. She blushes harder than ever at the intimacy of the act.
“Two years, Cunningham.”
He pulls them onto the ratty couch, she on his lap so similar to that first night.
“I’ve waited for two years but didn’t let myself believe.”
He’s running his fingers up and down her thighs and she feels a wetness start to form. Her lower body completely free to feel the rough material of his jeans.
She leans in to kiss him and runs her hands down his chest, a hiss as she bites his lower lip.
“Pretty rough for a good girl.” He smirks.
“I showed you mine,” She’s confident now and doesn’t want to play.
“Your turn,” and she grind a bit on his thigh.
A darkness clouds his eyes. “Cunningham, you trying to undress me?”
She giggles and grabs the hem of his shirt lifting it up over his head. His chest in full view along with more tattoos.
She was right about the snake on his left pectoral, but is surprised to see a sword upside-down along his sternum.
She outlines it feeling Eddie’s heart race and his breath hitch. Her eyes roam his arms full of smaller pieces, but she does not see her initials.
“Not where your eyes can see, sweetness.”
He takes her lips again, deepening the kiss as his hands squeeze her ass. She moans in his mouth and with a skill she didn’t think possible he flips her over so she’s lying flat on the couch.
Chrissy’s eyes stare as Eddie unzips his jeans and discards them near her skirt. His hands stop at the elastic of his boxers and he looks at her, “Do you want this? Here with me?”
She can see the outline of his erection and smiles raising her arms in an open embrace. “If it’s with you, always.”
His smile is full of teeth, his dimples making an appearance. He removes his boxers and while her eyes take in his full form she also notices, on his left hip almost covered by his own dark curls are her initials, C.C.
She thinks this must be her favorite tattoo on him. Chrissy laughs and doesn’t hide her teeth or silence it, happy at last to know for sure that Eddie is her soulmate.
She sits up and takes her fingers to brush the marks. Eddie hisses and she smirks, taking her other hand to wrap around his cock.
She looks up at him with innocent eyes as she moves up and down, her nails gently scraping his tip.
“Keep that up and this will be shorter than I’d like, princess.”
She chuckles, “Then do something about it.”
She sounds so brazen and Chrissy finds she enjoys this side to her. Eddie seems to like it too as he practically pouches on her, pushing her back down and attaches his mouth to her neck as his finger tap patterns down her stomach and then enters inside her.
"You really are always soaking for me, huh?” His eyes bore into hers as he slips in another finger enjoying how she clenches around him.
She starts to circle her hips and whispers, “Won’t you give me everything tonight?”
One hand caressing his check.
A quick intake of breath, “Fuck, you’re a goddess.”
A chaste kiss on her lips as he removes his fingers, earning a whimper from her. He falls off the couch and she might’ve laughed if her brain was so hazy.
Eddie reaches his jeans, pulls out his wallet and she sees the foil of a condom.
“We might be soul marked, but no baby yet darling.”
She watches captivated as he slips the condom over his length. Her heart pounding and body tingling with anticipation she removes her shirt and bra.
Eddie’s eyes fill with even more hunger as he moves over her, his right hand cupping her breast. She thinks he might be able to squeeze both of her breasts in his large hand and she’s tightening her legs again.
“Need to open these, sweetness.” He says gently prying them apart.
Her heart almost stops when he lines up his cock with her entrance.
“Again, this is okay?” He asks and she can only nod her mouth dry.
He moves slowly at first allow her to adjust to him. It doesn’t hurt like she’s been told, but she can feel the stretch as he moves in deeper.
“God, you’re even wetter now.” Eddie groans, his hands moving to her hips and he fills her completely.
Chrissy holds a scream and wraps her legs around his waist.
“You feel so good, Chris. It’s maddening.”
She agrees, working to move her hips in sync with his thrusts. Tiny mews escape her lips, her pleasure building.
Eddie must know as he lifts her so she’s sitting on top of him. She slides even farther down his length, their marks now touching.
She can see sweat start to pool on his forehead, sticking his bangs down in his eyes. She wants to wipe them clear, to look at him while they come undone together.
This position makes it easier for her to move up and down, but she finds that grinding on him and using her most inner muscles produce a greater reaction from him.
“You’re a natural at this. Know just what to do to make me crazy, Chris.”
She preens from the praises. Her breathing is coming in gaps now and she knows that she’s almost there.
Finally finding her voice, “Eddie, please, I can’t”.
Her hands are locked on his shoulder and he goes to lick down the column of her throat.
“I’ll take it from here. Just let it happen, love.”
She glows with the endearment. Eddie’s hands hold her hips and suddenly his thrusts are coming in faster and harder.
Her nails dig even deeper on his shoulder blades and she just knows she’s going to leave marks.
Her eyes go wider as he hits so deep she thinks it might bruise her. Eddie moves one hand between them, when his finger pinch her clit she screams.
Waves of pleasure come over her and she hold him inside hearing him groan as his cums with one final thrust.
His eyes are closed but she wants to look at him, to see him like he’s seen her. Her hand is shaking as she brushes her thumb across his lips. His eyes open and he smiles.
“You’re too good for me, but I won’t let you go now.”
Chrissy shakes her head, “I won’t let you go now.”
A soft smile as she goes to whisper into his ear. “Sevog i veleth nîn.”
Eddie’s breath catches and when she pulls to look at him, his eyes are glassy. He cradles her face between his hands and kisses her so tenderly that her heart cries out in joy.
She’s never felt so cherished, so loved.
They stay entwined for a while, their breaths mingling. Eddie's the one who removes himself and helps her dress.
"While I want to stay with you forever, I think it best we get you home."
Chrissy sighs not wanting to leave him, but the break room of the Hideout is no place to stay overnight.
"Your chariot awaits, my lady." She smiles and follows him to the van, her hand tangles with his and they don't break apart until he stops right in front of her house.
The porch light is on, so her parents are up, but Chrissy is not afraid. There's nothing her mother could say that would ruin her mood.
Eddie walks to open her door and helps her out, his hands a welcome warmth.
He brushes a strand of hair behind her ear, "Until tomorrow, Fair One."
She giggles and teases, "You're such a dork."
He kisses her nose, "Says the cheerleader who spoke Elvish to me."
Chrissy hugs him tight, inhaling his scent before running into her house. Her cheeks hurt from smiling so hard.