#pitifulbaby

While taking your clothes out of the totes you kept up in your closet, you figured now would be a good time to get rid of some of the clothing you don't wear anymore. You had been wanting to get rid of stuff for awhile, so why not now? 

During your cleaning your boyfriend had come over, claiming that he was ‘bored out of his mind and missing you like crazy.’ So now he was lounging on your bed, combat boots left at the door- leaving him in his normal dark clothing and mismatched colorful socks. His dark eyes were trained on you, watching as you folded an old shirt into the ‘donate’ pile. It wasn’t a shirt you had any fond memories with- none bad either, it was just a shirt that you didn’t care about and knew someone else would enjoy it more.

You had a good amount of piles, from ‘donate’ to ‘throw away’ which were the ones that were sun faded or had holes in them in places that shouldn't have holes. Then there was the ‘keep’ pile, the ‘put away for winter’ pile, and then the ‘I need to try this on’ pile. When Eddie found out about that pile, he was rather excited. Claiming he couldn’t wait for the personal fashion show, saying he would tell you which to keep and which to get rid of. 

With a quiet hum you grabbed a random article of clothing, it unfurls to reveal one of Eddie’s shirts. Once his eyes landed on that he let out a gasp- taking in the acid washed, baggy band tee. “That's where that went!” the male exclaimed, nearly jumping off the bed and stumbling towards you. He soon was grabbing the shirt- not in anger, just in excitement from seeing a shirt he lost. His eyes soon squint at you, holding the shirt close to his chest.

His hand shoots out and he grasps your nose between his thumb and pointer finger, giving your face a gentle shake. “And here I am thinking the dryer goblin took this shirt!” He says, fake anger lacing in his voice with a wide smile.

“Dryer goblin?” You question him, your voice all nasally from the hold he has. He lets go of your nose, placing his hand on his hip. “Uh, yeah- the dryer goblin. The same goblin who just takes a single sock, leaving you with mismatched socks.” Eddie says like its the most common thing in the world like this is something everyone should know. He motions to his feet and then once again his eyes are squinting, leaning into your face. “Are you the dryer goblin? Do you have my socks around here?” He speaks slow and low, dropping the shirt to the floor and grabbing ahold of your waist, fingers digging into the cotton of your oversized shirt as he pulls you in. 

A laugh falls from your lips as you crash into him, smile wide as you stare at him. “I always knew you were a goblin, but I never knew you were the dryer one!” He adds, his dramatics through the roof as he rocks you back and forth. “Eddie!” You exclaim, trying to pull away from his grasp, but he only holds you tighter- fingers moving against your hips as he tickles you.

“Say you are the dryer goblin and I'll let you go!” Eddie growls playfully, leaning down and gently biting the underside of your jaw all while you laugh and wiggle against his lean body. “Fine! Fine! I am the dryer goblin, I steal your shirts- but not your socks!” You managed to get out through laughter. He stops the attack on your sides, pressing a kiss to the area he was biting. 

With a hand to his chest you gently push him back, which of course he takes the dramatic route and lets himself fall back onto your bed. He lands with a soft groan, arms spread out and feet hanging off the edge of the bed. He picks his head up, a smirk on his face.

“We playing like this?” He questions, leaning up on his elbows. Which in turn causes you to lean down and pick up his shirt and throw it at him. It smacks against his face, he pulls it off his face and places it down next to him. “Okay I guess we are not playing like that.” His words are quiet this time, letting his head fall back against the pillow. 

As you get back to organizing through the clothes you hear the bed creak, the sounds of the comforter moving. You look over to see Eddie laying on his stomach, chin resting against the palm of his hands as he kicks his legs back and forth. Batting his lashes at you. “When do I get to see the fashion show?” He questions, his free hand twirling a lock of his dark brown, frizzy curls around his finger.

Eddie Munson was a weird man, needless to say. But that’s just one of the reasons you love him.

With a laugh and a roll of your eyes, you make your way to the side of the bed with all the clothes you need to try on, grabbing the first one at the top- which just happens to be a summery dress. Once in hand you step to the closet. 

You lucked out with your small house having a walk in closet.

As you go to close the door you hear a whine from Eddie, once again he is sprawled out on his stomach atop the bed, his right cheek against the mattress as it faces you. “I thought I was gonna get a show!” He drags out his words in a pitiful voice. 

You simply close the door and exchange your pajamas for the flowy dress. Once said dress is on you are opening the door, sliding your hands down your sides as you make your way to the mirror, taking in your frame. Eddie is soon sitting up on the bed, his eyes trained on your body. 

“What do you think?” You question Eddie, twirling around to see it from all angles. Eddie simply hums, moving down the bed to sit at the edge, legs spread and motions you to him. “Let me get a better look.” He says, biting back something. Though you are a little suspicious of him, you comply and stand between his legs. 

He looks at you in thought before he is flipping the dress up and blowing a raspberry against your stomach. The dress falls over his head, his hands planting themselves right below your ass. 

With a squeal you try to pull away from him, but he keeps his hands on you and pulls his head back from under your dress, smiling cheekily up at you. “I think you should keep it.” He says like he didn't just do what he did, his smile turning brighter and wider- showcasing his dimples. With slanted eyes down at him you huff, fighting back a smile as you step back from him and looking into the mirror. 

But once at the mirror you don't look at yourself, you watch Eddie, watch as he leans back against his hands and checks you out. His dark eyes trailing up and down your legs, leaning forward to try and peek up your dress. Once you catch him doing that you spin around fast, pushing the dress down lower with a huff. “If this is all you are gonna do then this fashion show is over.” With a playful grumble you head over to the pile of clothes once again, grabbing a random piece of clothing again.

“C’mon! You didn’t say I had to keep my hands to myself!” He exclaims, his smile never wavering as he watches you joyfully. “Fashion shows usually don't include blowing raspberries against the models stomach, Edward.” Your words sound serious but they are all joking, with a gasp his hand is against his chest.

“Oh! I would think a private fashion show would allow me to get a hands on experience. But it seems like this is a museum instead, all look and no touch.” He puts his hands up in surrender, lips pursing together as he watches you take the article of clothing and bring it back into the closet to change into. 

The next piece was a white jumpsuit, truthfully you don’t know how or when it came into your possession. It wasn’t something you ever wore, but you felt like trying it on before you knew you would be getting rid of it. But once it was on you realized why you never wore it. 

It was thin and see through, the black underwear and bra you wore showing right through the material. With a scrunch of your nose and shake of the head you call out, “This one is a no!” You say, going to take it off before Eddie is calling out. “Does that mean I don't get to see?” He questions, already getting up from the bed and moving to the closet, hand reaching out to open the door.

“Nope- Hey!” Before you could finish your sentence he had the door open, your cheeks heating up. It was odd to you why you were embarrassed when this man has seen almost every single inch of you. With a whistle his eyes are of course trained to the material as it stretches across your chest, leaving no room for imagination as it showcases your bra. “Edward!” Which he only laughs at your response, handing you a new clothing item he had grabbed from the pile for you.

“I am going, I’m going!” He says, turning back and sitting back on the bed. You shut the door with a laugh and shake your head, not really looking at the clothing he picked for you before you were taking off the jumpsuit and putting on the new item.

The clothing was a more formal dress, more form fitting in all the right places with a slit up the leg that stopped at your upper thigh. It was a deep shade of red, lace across the hem and across the sweetheart neckline. It was in the try on pile for the fact you haven’t worn it in a bit, not really going anywhere ‘fancy’ enough to wear it. 

After a moment you were standing in front of the mirror again, tilting your head and shifting your body to look at yourself in the dress. With a soft hum and furrow of your brows you turn to Eddie, going to question him on what he thinks before stopping. 

His eyes were wide as he stared at you, leaning forward onto his thighs as he takes you in. Clearing his throat he is soon standing up, taking a few steps to you and placing his hands on your hips. “Why don’t we take a break, huh?” He questions, hands trailing up and down your sides softly. 

“Oh, and you are definitely keeping this one- but only for me.”

It was a normal thing you wore on Tuesday, the usual outfit needed for ballet class. But right now you really hated it, along with your car- which you despise most of all. 

Of course the car had to break down, and in the middle of a cold snap. It had been much warmer when the sun was still up. But now that night had fallen and settled down, the cold only seemed more bitter as it nipped at each and every inch of skin not covered, seeping through your thin tights and encasing you in nothing but cold. If you exhaled you could see your breath.

Needless to say, it was very cold.

You were still parked in the lot of the dance studio, brows furrowed in as you tried to start the car again. But it would turn out like the last time, stuttering, stuttering.. And then, nothing. The engine huffed and puffed out nothing but air and an obnoxious sound before rattling to silence. After that you tried once more only for nothing to happen at all. With a groan you smacked your hands against the steering wheel, letting your head fall back against the headrest.

You knew nothing about cars, only that your car was old and on her last leg- and that leg might have just given out. It was a bit ironic that you knew nothing about cars and your boyfriend Eddie Munson was a mechanic at the local shop. 

He was always telling you to bring your car into the shop so he could have a look at it, he knew it wasn’t in the greatest shape. But you always declined it, saying the car was fine. 

You knew you didn't really have the money to get your car fixed- though Eddie has told you time and time again he wasn’t going to charge you for anything. But you would feel bad if you didn’t pay for his services. 

And right now you really regretted not letting him at least take a look. You were stranded, everyone else had gone home and all the shops around were closed for the night. 

Your saving grace was knowing that the shop Eddie worked at was only a few miles down the road and he was working late tonight. You knew you would be able to walk to the shop, but the thought of venturing off in the cold at this time of night wasn’t ideal- but, there wasn’t really any other option.

With one final turn of the key, with the outcome of nothing- you decided to brave the cold and venture the walk to Hawkins Mechanical Shop. 

You had speed walked to the shop, hoping to break a sweat to combat the cold. But the cold wind was too strong to even give you a hint of any heat on your body. It took you longer than you would’ve liked to get to the shop, old sneakers padding against the concrete sidewalk- passing under street lamps, passing by signs that you didn't care to read. You just wanted to get inside a building and feel the heat encase your body once more.

Step after step, closer and closer till the only sign you wanted to see was finally ahead of you, letting out a breath of relief as you closed in on the door. The garage doors had been closed for the night, hoping to keep the cold out- but you knew the store was still open. Reaching forward you twisted the door open, stepping into the warmth with a shuddering breath.

“Welcome in, just letting you know we close in-” The sound of Eddie’s voice rings out through the shop, steps echoing as he gets closer. Soon you catch sight of him, his coveralls adorning his frame, curls pulled back into a low bun at the base of his neck. He is wiping grease from his hands with a cloth, his eyes lighting up and a smile slowly pulls at his face.

“Hey sweetheart, I didn’t hear your car drive up.” Eddie spoke through a smile, stepping close to you and taking you in. You two were quite a pair right now- from your dainty ballet getup to his oil clad coveralls. You watch as his eyes scan behind you and out the glass door- his brows furrowing in softly as he steps closer. “Where did you park?” 

With a sheepish smile and an awkward laugh you shifted from foot to foot, wrapping your arms around yourself. “Honey- did your car break down? Please tell me someone drove you here.” You could see the slight panic in his eyes and hear it in his voice as he placed the rag down on the front desk, stepping closer to you before he placed his hands on your arms. 

His brows furrowed in at the fact that the clothing felt cold to the touch, his eyes scanning you over again and seeing you in better light. Your body had a small shiver to it, he soon placed his hands on the sides of your face, hissing at the feeling of how cold you were.

“Shit! Sweetheart you are freezing, c’mon I have my sweatshirt in the breakroom.” He mumbled out, pulling you in and keeping you close as he walked you into the breakroom. Once you two were stepping into said room, he brought you over to the couch- watching you sit down before he was grabbing his sweatshirt that was thrown over the back of the couch.

A moment later he is kneeling in front of you, helping you out of the thin long sleeve shirt- he knew you didn’t really like the feeling of multiple layers of long sleeved shirts, plus the sweatshirt of his was rather thick and would help fight the cold. Once out of the long sleeve he was helping you into the sweatshirt. After the sweatshirt is placed onto your body, he lets his hands run up and down your legs in hopes of creating some heat. “Why don’t you tell me what happened, yeah?” He asks quietly, looking up at you.

His question only makes you let out a groan, letting yourself flop back against the back cushion of the couch- causing him to laugh at your antics. “Yeah?” He asks with a smile.

“My fucking car,” You start, digging the palms of your hands into your eyes- rubbing them, causing bursts of light to emit from behind your eyelids. He tuts softly, reaching forward and pulling your hands away from your eyes. You feel the couch dip down as he sits down next to you, his body turned to face you. “There I am, a long day of dance- my feet are aching from being on pointe-” You started, letting yourself be a bit dramatic, a habit formed from dating the king of dramatics himself.

“We had to stay longer today, I can’t even remember why. And so I get in my car, everyone had already left because before I even tried to start my car I was taking my hair out of the bun- the pins were really digging into my scalp. And I put in the key and it just, it doesn’t start. So I try again.. And again. And nothing!” You exclaim the last part, shoulders sagging. “All the stores around were closed, it was literally just me. I just decided to walk here then.” With a frown you look to Eddie who is already looking at you with a small frown. 

“Please don’t tell me ‘I told you so’ about my car.” You interrupt him before he can speak anything else, pulling your legs in as you turn to sit facing him. “I just wish you didn’t walk here all by yourself, it's dark and freezing out.” He replies, scooting closer to you and placing a hand on your cheek.

You simply shrug at his response, “It was either sit and freeze in my car, try and fix said car myself and hope i don't explode, or walk here. And I didn’t feel like becoming a popsicle in my broken car- plus exploding didn’t sound enjoyable either, though I would be warm.” You let your words trail off at the end, pursing your lips in thought. Eddie lets out a fake gasp, his hand shifting from resting against your cheek to squishing your cheeks in, leaning forward and pressing a soft peck to your lips. 

“Don’t even joke about my sweet girl exploding!” He says with a fake sob, his other arm coming to wrap around your waist and pull you against him. His hand moves from your face to rest on the back of your head, his face coming down to press a kiss to the underside of your jaw. A few loose strands of his hair tickle your skin, the scruff on his face scratching against you oh so softly. His words cause you to laugh, letting your own arms wrap around his neck loosely. 

You ignore the bits of oil and grease that transfer from his coveralls to your tights and his sweatshirt that adorns your body. That would be an issue for later, and at this point you have figured out the perfect ways to easily clean the mess from clothes. You feel him let out a content hum against you, pulling away to look at you fully. “Hi,” He says with a bright smile, which in turn causes you to let out a laugh, smiling just as bright as him. “Hey handsome.”

His arm unwraps from around you, letting his hand smack against his chest. His other hand falling against his forehead in a swoon. Eddie lets himself fall back against the armrest, “Handsome?” He says with a forced crack in his voice, tilting his head forward- chin on chest as he looks at you. “You can’t call me handsome like that, I might just have to make out with you- or worse.” He speaks out.

With furrowed brows you tilt your head, “Worse?” You whisper it out, he simply nods, sitting back up. He reaches out a hand once fully sitting back up, his face close to yours. His hand gently pats your cheek, “Worse.” He says with a fake sad face. Though you knew his ‘worse’ really couldn’t be bad, honestly knowing him it would just mean more than making out. But you didn’t think doing anything like that in the breakroom of his work place was a good idea- at least not today.

He lets his hand push some of your hair out of your face, from it being up in a bun and pins it had a bit of an odd wave to it- plus being windswept from the walk, it was a bit of a mess. But it wasn’t like Eddie minded, no, he loved you and the way you looked no matter what. 

Before any of you could talk anymore, your mouth is dropping in a yawn, eyes scrunching shut as you hide your face in your hands to yawn. Eddie lets out a quiet laugh, pulling your hands away from your face. “You tired?” He questions, pulling you close. With an arch of a brow you shake your head looking at him.

“No, I just like yawning.” You say with a straight face and a monotone voice. Your words seem to cause Eddie to gasp, “I do not enjoy the sass!” Eddie says, his hands coming up to squish your cheeks in, causing your lips to purse and pout once again. With your lips pushed out he is moving in to peck your lips before pulling away, letting go of your cheeks to slide his hands down your neck, and to your arms. “You wanna go home, pretty girl?” His tone is more soft than before, which- in turn, causes you to nod your head. 

You really did want to go home, soak in the bath for a bit and then crash for the night with your man. Eddie looked down at his watch, seeing that it was time to close up shop for the night. With a kiss to your forehead he is jumping up, stating that he is gonna go make sure everything is good for the night. 

Eddie is rushing around the shop, making sure the back door is closed and locked as well as the garage doors, turning off the radio that was playing a quiet hum of music- much different than the usual metal that is playing. He is turning off the lights in the bathrooms, office and such before he is back standing in the doorway of the breakroom. Keys in his hand and wallet in his pocket. “Ya’ ready pretty?” He questions you, which in turn you smile and nod, he puts his hand out- causing you to nearly jump up and rush to him. Grasping a hold of his hand and leaning into his shoulder with a content noise. 

He leads you two out the front door, locking said door behind you both once you two are outside. Not even five seconds later he is letting out a hiss, pulling you close with furrowed brows. “Fuck! It's freezing out here, I can’t believe you actually walked all that way.” He speaks, words a little shaky as he is pulling you to his van, opening the passenger side door for you and helping you inside. Once you are in he is closing the door, basically sprinting to the drivers side and nearly throwing himself in. He turns to look at you, “Do you need to get anything from your car?” He questions you, putting the key in the ignition and turning on the car, he turns the heat on and nearly moans as the warm air hits him. 

With a shake of your head he is then pointing to the seatbelt, “Seatbelt safety.” He mumbles to you, leaning over the console to press a kiss to your cheek. Of course you then put on the seatbelt as he does the same for himself. “The next order of business is, get home and we are taking a warm bath- bubbles and all.” He says with a nod, causing you to laugh happily, leaning back in the seat.

The day was long, but luckily you were free from work for the day. Though you knew you had a break, it still was obvious that you were in need of a rest. It wasn’t that you were tired- perse, you were just worn down and in need of sitting and doing something you enjoyed. Eddie had noticed your sluggish attitude, you two shared a few classes, but what sealed the deal was you not sitting with him and the hellfire club at lunch, opting for sitting in the library to finish up some things, wanting some quiet instead of a highschool lunchroom. Time got away from Eddie- he was planning on cutting his lunch short to go sit with you in the library, wanting to give you some time alone before he would venture off to you. But the boys had questions, one after another and soon enough the bell rang, showcasing the end of the lunch period. 

Seemingly the rest of the day seemed to go by fast, and Eddie had a plan. He typically brought you to and fro from school- truthfully, Eddie tried to drive you anywhere and everywhere you needed to go. It wasn’t even that you couldn’t drive, no, you had your licenses and a car. But Eddie had to drive you around, he enjoyed even the short time with you in the car. He was gonna take every chance to be with you, even if it was a five minute car ride. 

With one final bell ring, the school day ended. Even better it was a Friday, the weekend finally in sight and in grasp. Standing at your locker you put away the books you didn’t need and took the ones you did need, before you could grab the last book you felt a hand on your lower back- letting out a soft gasp as you turn your head.

“Hey, it’s me-” Eddie’s hand runs up your back and rests at the back of your neck, smiling at you. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you.” Which it was odd to him, it wasn’t hard to hear Eddie when he was walking. With his chains and big boots, plus knowing him for quite a long time, you are able to pick up the sound of him by his walking. And even through the busy halls, through the sounds of people chattering about the weekend and trying as fast as possible to get out, you usually can hear him. He simply hums in response, watching you close your locker. Before you can do anything else Eddie is zipping up your backpack and taking it from your hands, throwing his arm over your shoulder and pulling you close. “I have an idea, sweetgirl.” He leaned down to whisper to you, with furrowed brows you turned your head a tad to look at him.

“Should I be nervous?” You questioned him, which he only responded with moving his arm from around your shoulders to around your waist- pinching you over your shirt ever so softly. “Hey!” You couldn't help but giggle, which made Eddie’s heart soar at the sound. Stepping outside of the school’s front door and down through the parking lot you two were finally at Eddie’s van.

Eddie Munson’s van was a sight to behold, the 71’ Chevrolet was one of the males prized possessions. It had been his uncles in the early 80s before letting his nephew have it when he got his permit. Ever since then the metal head treated it like it was his baby- sure he was a bit rough with it, it really wasn’t his fault that he sped, the music he listens to shouldn't be so damn easy to speed to! To others it was just a rusted tin can, but it was something special to him.

He brings you round to the passenger side, opening the door for you and holding out his hand to help you up, bowing his head. “Your chariot awaits, princess.” He purred, which caused you to laugh and blush at his antics, taking his hand and stepping in. Once you were seated in he was leaning over you to fasten your seatbelt- pressing a kiss to your cheek before closing the door and running to the drivers side and hopping in. “Whats the plan?” You said, turning your body to him.

He simply hummed in response, starting the car. His hand went to the back of your headrest, looking behind as he pulled out. It might be weird but there was something so attractive when he did that, watching his hair fall in his face, trailing your eyes up his arm. But the moment was over soon and he was driving off. 

“Were you checking me out?” Eddie drawled out, letting his voice be a bit more high pitched. He kept one hand on the wheel while the other came and rested on your thigh. Your skirt rode up a bit, his hand warm but his rings cold, giving an odd contrast. Placing your hand on his with a smile. “Always,” You promise, letting your gaze shift out the window. 

Now Eddie was a man who drove a bit recklessly, enjoying to have his window down and music blasting as he ventured off wherever. But with you he was more careful, he had precious cargo so he wasn’t gonna risk anything.

With furrowed brows you realize he completely ignored your question, turning to him with a small pout. “You didn’t tell me what the plan is, Teddy.” You mumble out, playing with the rings on his fingers. His hand gently squeezes your thigh, “Its a surprise.” His reply is plain and simple, gaze focused on the road.

A few turns, stoplights and stop signs and you are pulling off into a clearing that takes you through the woods before he is parking with the back of the van facing out to lovers lake. “Hop in the back.” He says while turning to you, reaching over and undoing your seatbelt. His smile is wide as he watches you climb into the back, placing a small smack to your bottom as you climb over the console into the back of the van. 

In the back of Eddie’s van was a mattress, a couple pillows and a blanket or two. He also had an amp and some wires for when he would play at The Hideout. Once in the back you plopped back onto the mattress, leaning your back against the side of the van as you looked toward the front of the van. You watch as Eddie fumbles with the radio, popping in what you assume is one of the many mixtapes he has made for you. But, the song that plays through the van’s speakers is one you haven’t heard in any of the cassettes. 

Seconds later the sound of a saxophone is coming from the speakers, the voice of George Michael following the instrument as Careless Whispers plays. The song itself causes a laugh to bubble out, but your laughter only grows as Eddie is stumbling over the console just like you moments before- only he is less graceful than you were. Literally stumbling and fumbling onto the mattress. He is then scrambling onto his knees, reaching forward to you and resting his hands under your knees and pulling you forward to him. Sending you to lay back flat against the mattress. His hands move from your legs to rest on either side of your head, his body resting between your thighs. 

“Wanna know the plan now?” He questions, his words soft. If he wasn’t so close you wouldn’t be able to hear him over the saxophone. Your own hands trail up, gently brushing through his curls that fall into your face. “Hm?” You question, already lost in the boy. Eddie move to rest on his elbows, the front of his thighs pressing against the back of yours, your skirt having flipped up during this all.

“I am gonna kiss you, a lot.” Before you could even respond to him, his plush lips are pressing against yours. The faint taste of cigarettes linger on his mouth, but its a taste you have come to enjoy because it is whole heartedly Eddie. 

The shirt you wore had rode up as well, the blanket against your back scratching your skin ever so slightly against the material. One hand stays locked in his hair while the other trails down to rest against his chest. Your hand gravitates to the guitar pick necklace he always wore, feeling it dangle down against you- letting your fingers gently mess with the jewelry. Eddie keeps one arm propping him up, his other arm moving to wrap around your waist, his hand splayed against the small of your back and pulls your body closer to his, though he was already pressed flush against you.

He never lets up his kissing, the kiss started out sweet before turning into something more, gently nibbling your bottom lip and fighting for dominance against you in a war you were glad to lose. You could feel the need for oxygen become strong, but the thought of pulling away from the kiss sounded like a nightmare, you never wanted to be away from Eddie- especially when he was kissing you like this.

But he seemed to have other plans, pulling away slightly only to start to trail kisses down, starting from the corner of your mouth, to the underside of your jaw before attaching himself to your neck. He found your sweet spot quickly, he knew your body like the back of his hand. Feeling him start to suck and nibble at the sensitive skin causing you to gasp, back arching and hand pulling at the strands of hair you were holding. The pull wasn’t hard, but enough to pull him away from your skin. He looks up at you with a small pout, lips red and kiss swollen. 

“You said you were gonna kiss me a lot.” You said with a huff, brows furrowing as you tilted your chin down to look at him. The way you look at Eddie has his heart soaring for a second time today, “I know, but I didn’t say where.” He says in the same tone as you, copying your huff and furrowed brows. After that he was back to leaving kisses across your throat, leaving blossoms of purple and blues in his wake as he left his mark. 

Careless Whispers finishes, the song soon changing to Rock You Like a Hurricane. You open your mouth to question Eddie, letting out a shuddery breath before trying to catch your composure. “I haven’t heard these two in any of the tapes.” You manage to mumble out, eyes fluttering shut.

He pulls away at your words, shifting to hover over you. “Made a new mixtape for you last night.” Eddie smiles through his words, pride lacing each syllable. “And before you lecture me about not getting any sleep-” he pinches your thigh mid sentence, causing you to squeal and open your eyes. “I couldn’t sleep.” 

It wasn’t that you lectured Eddie, you just told him often you think it would do him good to get a decent night's rest, going to bed at a good hour. “So I made this mix, and its titled the ‘kiss-a-thon’ mix.” His nose scrunches up after his words, cheeks more red than usual as he blushes. “Probably a stupid name-” He trails off, which you quickly shake your head. “No! It’s not stupid, Teddy. I love it.” Your smile is bright, eyes wide and happy as you look at him. 

“Yeah?” He questions, a little unsure. You nod, before furrowing your brows a bit, letting out a hum. “Though I might have a better name for it.” Your smile widens, more devious this time. Eddie catches on to that, a look of fake surprise on his face. “Oh? And whats that?”