Afterwards, he insisted on buying you lunch. “Think of it as you paying me back.”

“That makes no sense, Eddie. How would I be paying you back by letting you buy me lunch?”

“Because I get one more date with you, pretty girl.” He grinned, and you fought back a smile as you rolled your eyes at his flirting.

“Y’know, you’ve taken me on more dates during our breakups than you ever do when we’re actually dating.”

“Well whatever I do seems to work. You always come home to daddy.”

“Gross!”

Eddie stepped closer, placing a hand on your cheek. “Aw, don’t play that game princess, we both know how much you liked that little nickname.”

So you found yourself in a diner with Eddie. You almost hated to admit it, but he was hotter than the last time you saw him. He’d filled out a little more, muscles more visible on his arms and chest. His hair looked nice, too. And- Christ alive, was that a new piercing?

After lunch, you wound up back at Eddie’s place, sharing a joint as he prodded you about who you’d been seeing since the breakup. You hadn’t been seeing anyone, but you liked to watch him squirm a little as you gave evasive answers. A muscle in his jaw twitched a bit, and you sensed it was time to back off. 

“I haven’t seen anyone, Eddie.” You giggled, passing the joint back to him as he visibly relaxed. You didn’t ask him the same question. You’d seen him in town a few times, always with a different girl on his arm. You knew none of it was serious- not to him at least. But you couldn’t help the pit of jealousy that settled in your gut every time.

“Actually, sweetheart, I think you were right earlier.” He mused. You must have looked confused, so he continued. “Don’t think me buying you lunch was really a good way to pay me back.” 

You knew what he was hinting at. Settling into his lap, you took the joint and put it out in the ashtray. “Told you, Munson. Don’t worry, I have a better idea.”

Ex! Eddie who knows he gets you off better than anyone else, and makes sure you know it too. His hands still remember just how to touch you as the filthy whispers he knows you love fall from his lips.

Eddie is an eater. He loves going down on you, begs for it, really. Sometimes it’s more about his pleasure than yours. He’s addicted to the soft gasps and moans that escape you, the way your thighs tremble and try to close around his head. He loves to feel you clench around his fingers as he takes his time working you towards your second-third-fourth orgasm. You’ll try to squirm away, stuttering something about not being able to take any more, but he knows better.

“Babydoll, if you can still talk then I’m not done” He rasps, desperate for more. His cock is aching in his pants, but he doesn’t dare take a hand off you to relieve it. He could come just from going down on you. He’s done it before. “You can take it, baby, just one more. I know you can give me one more, sweetheart.” 

But with Eddie, one more never means just one more. He repeats his encouragement every time, insisting you can handle more. 

“I know, princess, I know, it’s too much. You’re strong, baby, you can keep going.” He murmurs against your hip, breath ragged as you tighten even more around his fingers. He hadn’t bothered taking the rings off- remembers how much you like it like that. He curls his fingers upwards, pressing on that sweet spot that has you crying out as your hips move under him, trying to grind down on his fingers. Your mouth might be saying you need a break, but your body is begging for more. “Attagirl, you underestimate yourself, princess.” He obliges the part of you he agrees with, tongue finding your clit once more.

By the time you push him away, you’re a mess. Tears falling from your eyes and too fucked out to even moan properly anymore, you whimper as he finally relents. His mouth and chin are slick with you, pupils so wide his warm brown eyes almost look black. He’s still aching in his jeans, but knows you need a minute (or ten) before you can handle his cock. He wipes his mouth and pulls you into his bare chest, smiling softly and cooing praise at you as you cling to him. 

Ex! Eddie who hangs around the next day, makes you breakfast, tangles his legs with yours in your bed. He buries his face in your neck and stays as long as you let him.

Ex! Eddie who just.. Never really left? I mean, you both go to work, but the evenings always end with him back at your place, or you at his. You go out every weekend, little outings to the bookstore or dinner or concerts that neither of you ever call dates, because you’re not dating. Neither of you are seeing anyone else, neither of you would even consider it, but you’re totally not dating anymore. Right?