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v-ternus · 11 months ago

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I like to think of the ways Dew and Aether kept up with each other while Dew was away with everyone else on tour.

This one's for @iamthecomet, those SwissDewther thoughts never left, they just turned into this. Im so sorry... I dont know where the angst came from.

Under the cut cuz it got long again.

Also, I swear Dew and Aether love Swiss to hell and back, he's just a proxy for this night (he'll get his turn some other time)

Sister was going to kill him. It was bad enough that he was replaced, fired with no real rhyme or reason, but the desk work he was being saddled with? It was maddening, and some days it feels like he'd rather be sent back to the pit.

Today was one of those days.

Sister had berated him for something, misfiling a form or messing up her damn coffee, since he apparently doubled as her secretary too. Whatever it was, it was dumb. Plain stupid. But apparently bad enough to have her turn beet red as she screamed her head off. Worst of all, he had a whole days worth of work to get through still. By the time he got back to his room, he was fed up and ready for the day to be over.

He got in the shower, intent on washing the day off of him with the hottest water the tap could spit out. He turns the handle as far as it'll go and hisses as he steps in.

Aether used to hate the burn, it made him feel like he was being boiled alive, but he figured out two weeks into the tour that if he held himself under the steady stream just right, it felt like Dew's touch. Regardless of their promises to not let the distance change anything, regardless of their late night calls and constant texts, it wasn't enough-- he was still going to fall asleep in their bed alone and Dew's scent was still going to fade from the sheets. If he had to burn himself to feel his mate, then so be it.

He stays until the water runs cold and gets himself into bed soon after. He shuts his eyes tight, getting ready to do the same things he''s done for the past two weeks-- remember the last night he had Dew next to him. He swears that if he thinks hard enough, he'll feel Dew's back pressed against his chest again.

He's just about to fall asleep when his phone vibrates on the bedside table, a text from Swiss. It's short and it makes his chest ache all over again.

We miss you

It's followed by a bright red heart. Before he can respond, those three dots pop up, so he waits for whatever else Swiss is typing out for him. Only this time, it's not a text, it's a video. He thinks that it's just a few clips of whatever city they're in for the night, shots of the venue and all the touristy stuff they did before they had to get ready. He's content to just watch it later, tomorrow when the weight of the day has lifted off of him, but something in him tells him to open it.

He's really glad he listened. The video starts and has him throbbing almost instantly.

"Say hi Dewy," Swiss' voice is gruff, heavy from strain. He's standing in front of the camera, holding Dew up with a tight grip under his knees, spreading his legs so Aether has a perfect view of how Swiss fits in his cunt so nicely.

"I said say hi." His hips snap up hard, burying himself further into Dew who yelps and picks his head up from where he had it resting on Swiss' shoulder.

"H-- hi Aeth" He whimpers as Swiss moves like everything is normal, like he doesn't have his phone set up in front of him and Dew, filming each measured thrust of his hips. With the phone so close, Aether gets to hear each wet and slick slide of Dew's cunt in perfect detail.

Aether lets a hand slip into his boxers, rubbing his palm over his cock, pressing it down against the curve of his belly. He feels himself throb with each and every filthy noise that falls from Dew's lips. His finger mindlessly presses on the volume button, cranking it up till Dew's voice fills the room just like it used to.

"Fuck Dew," He cant help but moan his mates name when he finally wraps his hand around his shaft. He holds himself tight, trying to convince himself he's wrapped up in Dew.

"Tell him how it feels love" Besides his grunts, Swiss has been silent so far. Selfishly, Aether is glad. He wants to hear Dew's pretty gasps, and if Swiss has to be the one to draw them out for now, then so be it.

"He's in deep Aeth," Aether matches his strokes with Swiss' thrusts, bottoming out when he does, squeezing the ruddy head when Swiss pulls out far enough to just leave the tip in. He lets his eyes drift from the slick dripping down Swiss dick to look at Dew's chubby little cock. With his legs spread, Aether sees it perfectly, poking out from his lips, pink and puffy. Probably from Swiss' devilish mouth.

"Wish..." Dew cant get a breath in, not with the relentless pace Swiss has set. "Wish it was you Aeth, wanna feel your cock in me, stretch my pussy around you."

Aether can only groan, hips bucking up, fucking into his tight grip. His slowly growing knot bumps against his fist with every thrust.

"Touch your cock Dew, let him see how much you missed him" A quick hand dips between his legs, gliding over his cunt to lube it up in his mess before spreading it over the fat nub. He whines, high and feminine, and if there were any witnesses, they'd say Aether sounds the same. He's a moaning mess, writhing with his shirt tucked over his tits, letting his nipples harden with the chilly air of the room.

"You'd fill me so fucking good Aeth, press in so deep that I see you through my tummy" All those late nights come back to the front of Aether's mind, the nights with Dew bent in half, leaving him no option but to take each heavy thrust, or other nights with Dew on top, arching his back so they can both see how far Aether is buried in him.

"Get me stuck on that fat knot of yours” Aether answers back, a slurred string of yeah's, nodding his head like Dew can see him. He doesn't know how loud he is and he doesn't care.

"I'd fuck my cum in, fill you with kits," He polishes the ruddy head of his cock, bringing himself dangerously close to the edge.

"He's so tight around me Aether, feels so fucking good" Swiss' knot is obvious now, almost full, and pressing against Dew's hole, threatening to pop in with each thrust.

Dew wants it, so bad, to be broken open on something so wide, made to feel like it's almost too big. He wants Aether to split him open, but it's Swiss he’s got. It’s Swiss buried deep in him. He tries not to think of that.

"--m close Aeth, let me cum. Please let me cum," Aether loves the way he begs, always so good for him, even half a world away.

"Yeah baby, come on, make a mess for me," He watches Dew go rigid, breath stilling as his pleasure crests over. Swiss keeps his pace, letting the air fill with the sound of skin against skin until that familiar rush of liquid rings through his phone. Aether watches Swiss work him through it, watches him squirt around his dick. He watches Dew's euphoria quickly turn into overstimulation, it’s good, it’s what he’d do too. Dew’s dick twitches in time with his heartbeat.

Between that and Dew begging Swiss to slow down, its all Aether needs before he's painting himself with pearly white stripes of cum. He works himself through it, stroking slowly before dropping the phone so he can get both hands around his knot. He milks himself until his cock has nothing left to give but a weak dribble.

He sings his praises, tells Dew he's been a good boy, that he takes him so well every time, that he loves him-- he lets the empty air be his Dewdrop for the night.

He lays there with his eyes shut and his hands around his deflating knot, holding on to the last moments of the high, until his phone buzzes again. Another text from Swiss, this time a photo.

It's Dew, curled up under the covers, tucked in tight with a hint of a smile on his face. It's followed by a text again.

We love you.

He loves you.

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swiss-mrs · 11 months ago

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Party Girls

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Ratings: PG-13. Language and Adult Themes. All Characters are 19+.

Reader/OC Description: Reader is/mixed with African American with dark curly hair and brown eyes. Body type/shape is not detailed. No Use of Y/N.

Synopsis: Eddie is talked into going to a party for the first time in almost two years, the first time in forever that he’s not going as a dealer, and upon arrival, he finds this is also the first time he stands out for something other than just rockstar style.

Warnings(?): Mentions/Depictions of Anxiety and Panic Attacks, Mentions of Depression and Self Doubt, Adult Language, Coming to Terms with Growing Up, Race Is a Factor but Is Not Overbearing, No In-Depth Depictions or Mentions Racism or Racist Acts.

This is pretty Eddie focused and doesn't contain too much 'Y/N'. It's written in third person but narrated more from Eddie's POV. Idk if I'm gonna make this into a mini series/ make a part two or just leave it as is. Either way, it comes to a good conclusion.

Preface: Summer of 1986. Eddie is 19, going on 20, and still a high schooler. ‘84 was supposed to be it, one and done, but no. He lived in denial until the day came when all his classmates walked the stage, and he didn’t. He was angry. There is no way this could be happening. Then ‘85 hit. He tried making every deal he could. He’d sell his soul to the devil if it meant he could get out of Hawkins High, but no. ‘86 was going to be his year. This was it, but, again, no. He was left more bruised and scarred than any year prior. One coma later, he was left in a hospital bed with nothing but 2 months of healing and mental degradation.

He was a failure. 1986 was almost over, and here he was in the same position, but worse. He spent the last 6 months of that year locked away in his room, feeling empty. In December of ‘86, Wayne couldn’t take it anymore. He could not and would not allow his nephew to waste away. He would not allow him to give up. He raised him better than that.

With the new year and quite the ‘dad talk’, Eddie decided to make a change. With the help of Wayne and his younger friend Dustin, Eddie’s life course differed for the better. The decision was made that he wouldn’t go back to Hawkins High. Instead, he would start his life as an adult.

He dived into the workforce, working a minimum wage job at a record store. The original thought was to go into a trade, but Dustin, with the backing of Wayne, talked Eddie into continuing his studies and getting his GED. “Maybe the toxic shit environment of high school was never for you.” Dustin would say, and maybe, he was right. Eddie thought he was just one of those who would peak in high school, but in fact, it was just holding him back.

Working in a record store allowed him the necessary time and environment he needed to simultaneously focus on his studies. Reading textbooks was lame, but with soft music playing in the background and the few and far between customers, he could at least focus and actually retain what he learned, for the most part.

He spent many of his shifts over the next 4 months with Dustin and several stack flashcards, and it worked! He had never felt more accomplished in his life. Wayne even went out to a second hand store and found a cap and gown for his boy. With the small group made up of the OG hellfire, a few coworkers, and the old lady who lived a few trailers down and who always brought Wayne and Eddie food when she managed to cook extra portions (always.)

Dustin played the role of announcer, naturally, and, fittingly so, would be the one to hand Eddie the thick certificate paper. Everyone cheered for the young man. Everything was looking up. Finally.

“Come on, man! You have to! It's a celebration!” Eddie shakes his head at his pleading coworker, not sparing him a glance as he continues to search the piles of boxes in the back room.

“Nope.” Eddie replies, popping the ‘p’ in the word.

“Bro.” The taller, dark skinned man starts sternly. “Booze. Good music. LOUD music. Hot chicks. Good vibes. What is there to say no to? Give me one good reason why you can’t go.” He crosses his arms and shifts his weight to one hip.

“Cam. I already gave you my reasoning. I’m not going.” Eddie replies, still rummaging through tapes. “Ah, there you are.” He states, lifting the tape he was searching for out of the box. Eddie starts to head back to the front of house, his coworker following suit.

“I’m not accepting it.-”

“I was actually able to find a copy for you.” Eddie interrupts once reaching his awaiting customer, ignoring his coworker.

The lady looks down at the tape relieved then back up at Eddie with grateful eyes. “You are a lifesaver. I can’t gift my daughter a portable tape player without any tapes,” she laughs slightly. “Thank you so much.” They make their way to the register, all three.

“Not a problem at all.” Eddie replies, ringing her up. “Your daughter has good taste, and I'll do anything to help out a young fellow metal head.” He smiles brightly, taking the money from the lady’s outstretched hand. The pale, redhead rolls her eyes playfully, chuckling.

“Well, I’m not a big fan, but I remember being a rebellious teen once,” she shakes her head, “I figured I may have a better time supporting my daughter, and maybe she’ll stay out of a lot more trouble than I did.” They all share a friendly laugh.

“Well, wish her a happy birthday from us, and hopefully, all goes well.” Eddie smiles nicely. The lady thanks him again, and as soon as the door closes behind her, their original conversation starts back up again.

“Seriously, you can’t possibly be skipping out on me for some movie you are going to see… Alone." Eddie turns towards his coworker with a dramatic scoff, lifting one finger.

"It is not 'some movie'." Eddie states, obnoxiously mocking his coworker's voice with air quotes, "It's Hellraiser. You know I've been waiting for this movie since we saw the trailer for it when we watched Predator for movie night earlier this year."

"Bro. I remember." He started. "I also remember how bad the trailer alone freaked the fuck out of Lex. She was so scared by it that she cringed when you brought it back up on the way out the theater." He shook his head, Eddie chuckling a little at the memory. "Come on, dude-"

"Camden. Listen-" Eddie interrupts.

"No. You, Edward." He grimaces, mockingly. "Listen, you finally got that cert you've worked so hard for. You have a cool job with awesome coworkers." Camden points to himself. "You said it yourself. You are finally happy, ready to finally move forward, and you know what? I think the next step is a girl." He says, raising his dark brows. Eddie rolls his eyes, his body following their direction, turning to walk away from his coworker.

"I don't think so." Eddie calls back, but his coworker doesn't let up, following a few steps behind.

"And why not?!" Eddie turns a corner avoiding his coworker, trying to lose him in the maze of aisles.

"Because!" He throws his hands up.

"Cause what, man? You can’t possibly be chickening out on me, right now.” Cam says, with a smirk. Eddie stops in his tracks, whipping around to point a finger in the taller man’s smug face

“I never chicken out.” Cam smirks, lifting his hands under his arms, flapping his elbows like wings as he bobs his head.

“Ba- ba- bacAWK.” He clucks loudly in Eddie’s face. Eddie rolls his eyes. Cam continues with his chicken impression, getting more and more obnoxious as he closes in on Eddie's face.

“Ooooh my gOD. FINE! Fine!” Eddie yells, raising his hands to push his coworker away. Cam laughs triumphantly, fist pumping the air.

“Ha HAA! Yes!” The taller celebrates, causing another eye roll from Eddie. Eddie turns from his friend and begins to walk away, busying himself with scanning through records, ‘organizing.’ His somber change in attitude, queues up a question. “Come on, man.” Cam starts, genuinely concerned and confused. “What is the big deal? It’s one party. I’ll be there, so will Lex, so will Marcus.” He puts a hand on his friend’s shoulder, finally getting Eddie’s gaze. “You got nothing to worry about. Plus, we’re still young! You gotta at least enjoy some of your time outside of the shop.” He gestures to the store around them. Eddie shakes his head.

“You don’t get it, man. You won’t understand.” He says, walking around Cam, trying to retreat towards the back, but his friend is relentless in his following.

“Well, you gotta help me, man.” He jogs up to cut Eddie off right in front of the door to the back of house. He looks into Eddie’s eyes, trying to convince him to open up. Eddie avoids eye contact but inevitably caves, pushing Cam backward through the swinging door and into the back to ensure privacy. Once in the back, Eddie moves passed Cam and sits on one of few ‘breakroom’ chairs. He sighs and rubs his hands down his face, Cam standing next to him. “What’s up, Ed?”

“It’s just that-... I just-...” Eddie sighs, pausing in search of the right words, “I’m-...” Eddie frowns, a saddened expression painting his features. “Ever since last year, ever since I started over, I just haven’t felt myself?” He pauses, questioning if those words matched, “Or maybe I just haven’t felt the same?.. I don’t know how to describe what it is, but… I just feel… off, like an imposter,... like I can’t be who I once was, you know? ... I really liked who I was, at least I think I do, did?”

Cam sighs, walking over to a stack of folded chairs and picks one up, unfolding it and setting it down next to Eddie, taking a seat. “You know, man? You’ve had a lot of change happen to you recently. I know it’s a touchy subject, and I won’t ever press hard for information you've already set a clear boundary around but just knowing the short version is enough for me to know,” Cam leans forward resting his elbow on his knees, clasping his hands together. “you were stuck, stuck in one place for a long time, so much so that you adapted to it. Life moved on without you for so long, but it’s not going to do that anymore.” He glances over at Eddie who had focused his eyes on the shelving across the room. Cam sighs, “Everything’s changed, so” he pauses, “you feel like you need to change, too.” Eddie looks over at his friend, listening. “You don’t need to completely change who you are,” Cam pokes a finger where Eddie’s heart lays in his chest, “but changing, growing, is just another part of growing up, maturing.” Eddie nods, letting his friend’s words sink in. “You are a great dude, Eds. You’ve grown, and you will continue to grow." Cam places a comforting hand on Eddie’s shoulder, “It’s not a bad thing. You’re still you. I am lucky to know you, all of us are,” he smiles gently, “and I’m sure the person you find to spend the rest of your life with will see what they have and think the same.” Eddie looks down, smiling sheepishly. He nods.

“Thanks, man.”

“I got your back. You’re my brother, man!” Cam boasts, squeezing Eddie’s shoulder a bit. They share a soft laugh.

“Who knew you held such intelligence.” Eddie teased.

“Nah, I just had a good roll.” Cam wiggled his brows and grinned wide, earning an honest laugh from his friend. Eddie stands, Cam following suit. Eddie plops a hand on his coworkers shoulder, gripping it tight and looking him in his eyes.

“You are the best.” Eddie declares proudly, earning a dramatic bow from Cam before they head back out to the floor.

“Boy, I don’t even take this long to get ready!”

“Seriously, dude. Are you takin’ a shit or somethin’? Come on!”

"Eddie! Let's go!" Cam bangs on the bathroom door. Seconds later the door swings open, revealing Eddie. He was dressed in an all black ensemble, a nice button down shirt and a pair of dark black jeans held up by a black leather belt. The only color in his outfit were the dingy white soles of his well loved black converse.

"All right! All right. I'm out!" He yells, holding both hands palms out in defense as he walks passed the trio.

"Ooo, I see you finally listened to me and put something in that hair of yours." A teasing voice called out behind him.

"I'm ignoring you, Lex." Eddie says, as he continues to walk towards the door, grabbing his wallet and old faithful leather jacket from the table at the entrance of the apartment.

"Whaaat, I'm trying to be nice. You look cute." Her warm, deep toned hand reaches to pinch his cheek, but he swats it away the second it comes into contact with his face, gaining a chuckle from the shorter woman.

"Adorable, in fact." Another tease came up.

"Alright, alright. Lex, get in the car. Marcus, don't start shit." Camden interrupts.

"What, I can't get in the car, too?" The tan, curly haired boy responds.

"No, you're waking." Cam shoots at Mark. His mouth drops open as he rolls his eyes, following Lex out the door.

"Ruuuude." Marcus replies, trailing behind a giggling Lex.

Eddie takes one last look at himself in the mirror hanging on the wall in front of him, lost. He even looked different. His hair was longer, bangs grown out. He had a beard growing in, mainly because he couldn't be bothered to shave. It was weird. He looked… healthy, happy even, despite the unsure expression on his face. Since his talk with Camden in the shop yesterday, he couldn't stop analyzing. He rarely ever really looked at himself, let alone really see him, see how he'd changed. Cam was right. He's grown.

A large hand comes down on his back with a smack, snapping Eddie out of his trance with a jump. "You look great, brother." Eddie glances at his friend's reflection. Camden smiles wide, showcasing his perfect, straight teeth, a beautiful contrast to his deep brown skin. The sight of his friend's glowing smile brings a small one to Eddie’s lips. Camden moves behind Eddie, putting both hands on his shoulders. "Let's go knock 'em dead." Eddie nods, accepting his fate, as Cam pushes him out the door.

Just as Cam puts the car in park, Lex and Marcus jump out the backseat, slamming their respective doors shut, and start running to the entrance of the rundown building. "AYO! What did I tell y'all about slamming my goddamn doors! " The eldest yells, halfway out the car. They both throw meaningless 'sorry's behind them back at their driver. He rolls his eyes, he and Eddie closing their doors at the same time. Eddie laughs at the pair's antics. "Dude, not funny! They're gonna break my fucking car one day, and we both know they have about six dollars between the two of them." He glares, but Eddie's grin is unwavering.

The two begin making their way to the old building. Eddie looks up at it, loud music blaring from inside, lights flashing, groups of people huddled outside the building, smoking, drinking, talking, or some combination. Before He can even make it inside the building, Eddie is already getting loads of eyes falling upon him. The rush of getting so much unreadable attention hits him straight in the chest. He starts to unconsciously slow his steps as his chest tightens and it becomes harder to breathe. What the fuck was wrong with him? He used to be able to handle crowds and parties with ease, taking every stare and whisper in pride, but now he's about to go into a full blown panic attack?

"Hey, " Camden stops, turning to Eddie when he notices his friends falling behind, "you alright, bro?" He walks up to him and places a gentle but firm hand on his shoulder. Eddie looks away from the people and the building to stare into his friend's confused and concerned eyes. "Breathe, man." Eddie takes in a deep breath, following Camden's lead, before exhaling it. They repeat this in unison twice more, before Camden pats Eddie's upper arms. "You're gonna be just fine, brother. Like I said, I got you." Camden swings one of his muscular arms over Eddie's shoulders, and they continue walking in together, most eyes leaving Eddie once they see the relaxed yet intimidating form of his friend beside him.

Once inside, Eddie is immediately taken by the sight. The inside of this old building managed to look even bigger despite the sea of dancing bodies. Colorful dancing lights flicker over glistening skin, everyone's tanned and deep skin tones coming together like a painting. He'd never seen anything quite like this. It was almost ethereal. He could feel the positive atmosphere wash over him like a wave over sand. "So," a deep voice starts, yelling over the music, "how you feelin'? You ready to head home?" Eddie whipped his head towards his friend. Cam's face held a knowing smirk. Eddie scoffs, rolling his eyes at his friend.

"I think I'll stay for a bit. Check it out. Give it a chance, you know?" Eddie says, playing coy. It's now Camden's turn to scoff and roll his eyes. Eddie grins mischievously up at his friend. His arm drops from Eddie's shoulders.

"Okay, hot shot. Let's see you walk the walk." He teases, raising a brow and tilting his head toward the crowd. Cam leads the way as Eddie follows behind him.

Mostly everyone in the crowd is way too focused on their dancing, lost in the music, to even notice Eddie and his stark differences, but those who just so happened to open their eyes as he passed through them look at him as if they've seen a ghost, confused and a little weary. Nothing Eddie wasn't used to, but for multiple reasons, it felt different this time. 1) Eddie had never been so unsure of himself, ever. Not even in middle school. Looking back, he may not like what he remembers, but even then, he owned his differences without issue. Now, though, he was not really feeling himself, so these looks seemed to pierce right through him, as if everyone around him could see his vulnerability. 2) These stares he was getting weren't the same, not really. Though he could read unease, it wasn't necessarily judgemental, not for his personal tastes, not for his wild hair, not for his 'reputation.' No, they were cautious for much different reasons, ones he wasn't sure he could fully comprehend.

"There's my favorite, white boy!" Lex, in the middle of a mini clearing she and Marcus made, shouts over the music as she spots Eddie come through the crowd. Eddie grins, running his fingertips down his front, showcasing himself with fake confidence. Lex, as if pulling an invisible rope, gestures for Eddie to get closer to them and complete their friend circle. Eddie shakes his head at her actions with a smile, complying nonetheless. Camden found a dance partner with ease, but Eddie, Lex, and Mark stayed in a trio.

Eddie is, in all honesty, not much of a dancer, never really has been, but that didn't mean he couldn't fake it. He was a musician for God's sake, so he naturally knew how to catch a beat and keep in rhythm. He had to overcome the slight nervousness he still carried, but it didn't take long for the music to take over, especially since Lex was hyping him up. Eventually, his eyes fell closed, and he let go. No cares. No worries. No doubts. He was numb, but free. To Eddie, there was no passage of time. He didn't know how many songs passed, but eventually, an unfamiliar voice brought him back down to earth. "Hey."

Eddie opened his eyes, body still moving to the rhythm of whatever song was playing. It took a second for his eyes to readjust to the brightness of the dancing strobe lights. The first thing he sees is a silhouette, a soft pink light coming from behind the person. He blinked to refocus his sight, looking around and finding he was no longer in his protective friend bubble. His body slowly starts to cease its movements. "Hey!" The voice calls out again, a little louder just to be heard more clearly over the music. Eddie looks back to the person in shock.

"Uh, hi." He replies. The girl standing in front of him was beautiful, to say the least. She had beautiful skin that looked like it had been caressed by the sun. Half of her hair was slicked back into a ponytail, the loose hair boasting its natural curl, big and fluffy, but well defined. Her eyes were lined with black and there were a few gems glued to the tops of her cheekbones, just under her Cleopatra-esq eye lines. The color of her eyes reminded him of the earth's richness, deep and endless. He could have easily gotten lost in them if his eyes didn't continue to wonder. The striking color of her short, strapless party dress brought out the best qualities of her skin tone, and the tights she's wore adorned her legs with detailed lace designs, but the part of her outfit that caught Eddie's eye the most were the black leather boots with yellow stitching on her feet, obviously well-loved. "Nice Docs." He says, pointing at her shoes. When his eyes make their way back to hers, he finds her smiling at him with a spark in her eye.

"Wanna dance?" She asks over the music. Eddie raises his brows at her forwardness.

He blinked a few times, "I, uh, yeah." Her smile brightens as she reaches forward and takes Eddie's hands. He could've sworn he would die on the spot the way this girl was making his heart race.

For the first few seconds, they dance while holding hands, getting into each other's rhythm. Soon thereafter, the girl closes the gap between her and Eddie, guiding his hands to her waist. Eddie wasn't sure if it was showing, but God, was he on fire. He was thankful, for even if it was showing, his newfound partner was quick to close her lovely eyes and get lost in the music. Eddie was trying so hard to keep his mind blank, to stay in that blissful emptiness he'd found, but he couldn't. His eyes were too busy feeding his brain.

He swayed and moved in sync with the girl in front of him, mesmerized by her. She was breathtaking. He wasn't sure she knew how stunning it was to witness her get lost in the moment. He wished he could take this moment and loop it in his brain forever.

At first it seemed like he got what he wanted, because soon enough he was back losing track of time but for a very different reason. He didn't feel numb this time. He felt alive. He felt everything, the blood rushing through his veins, the rapid beating of his heart, the internal push and pull of the air in his lungs. He felt it all, and he burned with desire.

It wasn't lust, at least not completely. He didn't know what, but he knew he desired so much more with this girl. He wanted to know her. He wanted her to know him. He needed to know her. At this point, he was no longer a wall to dance on. They were partners, switching between who would follow and who would lead.

She would sway to one side, and he would follow. He would spin her around and guide her hips to move in sync with his, and she would follow. Their dancing was close and intimate. It erased all thoughts from his brain. His only focus was her.

They danced together for the entire night, not once leaving each other's sight. By now, the crowd had begun to disburse, and the DJ started playing slower, instrumental songs. It became a lot more sensual as the night was dying down.

Eddie couldn't feel his legs. They were aching, and he knew he'd be sore tomorrow, but it didn't matter. His mystery girl had her back pressed into his front, flush against him. His arms were wrapped around her loosely, one hand resting on her hip and the other ghosting the top of her thigh. He wasn't going anywhere, and he'd be damned if he stopped because he was tired.

Her head was leaning back on his shoulder, eyes closed. Eddie's eyes remain open, though half covered with heavy eyelids. The side of his chin and the corner of his lips was against her temple. Each breath he took danced across her forehead.

Even with her back to him, Eddie still found a way to stare at her, taking in every facial feature, the soft curve of her nose bridge that led into a rounded tip, her full, two toned lips. The curls around her neck were damp with sweat and now sticking to her skin. Any time he would think of it, his blood began to run wild at the feeling of her hair against the skin of his now exposed chest. The lights were no longer dancing. They were now on a low, warm setting. Eddie's mind flooded with the idea of laying next to his mystery girl in his room. This is what she would look like illuminated by nothing but the warm, dim light of his bedside table lamp. Maybe they could talk, maybe he'd reread his favorite books to her, maybe they would just lay side by side, and he could admire her beauty while she slept.

His thoughts were cut short by the feeling of her turning around to face him. His hands fell to rest at the small of her back, her hands finding their way to the sides of his neck. He could feel fire where her thumbs caressed his jaw. She pulls him closer so their foreheads rest against one another. "The DJ is trying to kick us out."

He stares at her lips. Her voice cuts through him, like every word she says is for him and him only. "I think he can wait." Eddie replies, this causes the girl to smile. The sight of her warm smile causes a grin to slip onto Eddie's lips. "I don't want to go." He states honestly. She leans back just enough to look him in the eyes. His eyes widened, pleading with her. She pulls his body impossibly closer, their noses nearly touching. Eddie swore he could melt into a puddle on the spot from the wide eyed, innocent look she gave him. He could kiss her.

"What's your name?" She asks, finally, now that the music is no longer deafening.

"Eddie. Eddie Munson." It was a strange feeling every time he had to introduce himself. It happened for the first time with his coworkers. No one in his new circle already knew him by rumors or word of mouth. He could start anew.

"Well, Eddie. Eddie Munson. You are possibly the best dance partner I could've ever asked for." This causes Eddie to smile wide and toothy. "I hope you'll come back around some time." The DJ faces out the music and turns the lights up a little, causing the girl to stop their swaying movements. Eddie would've stayed there in silence, swaying with his mystery girl until the end of time.

She began to lead him to the parking lot, hand in hand. Once completely outside, the lot was less packed than when he and his friends arrived, but there were still plenty of people chatting it up by their cars. He looked out and could see Lex and Cam perched up on the hood of his ride. Lex was staring up at the night sky. Cam was cross armed and people watching.

Once outside, there were a few gazes that would catch him, but then they would go back to talking with their friends. Eddie's full attention was brought back to his girl as he felt her hand slowly slip out of his. He went to grip it, stopping her from slipping away further. He turned to her fully, her doing the same to him. He grabbed her other hand in his, giving her a puppy eyed stare. "Will I see you again?" he asks. She smiles, brightly, her face lighting up. Eddie wouldn't mind if he were to go blind from the glow she was emitting.

"Maybe," she looks down shyly and swings their clasped hands.

"I know this place." He starts, not wanting to let her leave. "My friend Lex showed it to me. Barley's. We should go together sometime. They have the best food." Eddie rambles. The smiling girl nods. "It's on the corner of 112 and 19th Ave. Meet me there tomorrow afternoon?"

"Okay." She beams. Eddie smiles wide. The girl starts to walk backwards and slowly slips out of his hands. "It's a date." She continues to walk backwards a few steps before turning and walking to her car alone. Eddie watches her the entire way, catching her shy glance back at him, until she disappears into her vehicle. A high pitched scream can be heard from behind him, making Eddie jump just before he feels a pat on his back. He turns his head to find Lex jumping up and down clapping and Cam smiling at him.

"My baby has got himself a date!" Lex shouts like a proud mother. Cam laughs.

"Who knew? White boy got game." Cam teases and wiggles his brows. Eddie rolls his eyes, and they all begin waking back to Cam's car.

"Where's Marcus?"

"Passed out, drunk in the back seat." Lex replies, rolling her eyes. She's first to reach the car, getting in quickly to protect her exposed skin from the chilly, night air. Just as Cam opens his door and Eddie reaches for the handle of the passenger door, Cam speaks.

"Soooo," Cam draws out, leaning on the roof of the car, "What's the lucky girl's name?"

Eddie freezes with wide eyes. His hand finds its way to his forehead with a loud smack.

"Your stupid ass didn't ask for her name?!" Lex's voice could be heard coming from inside the car, a bit muffled but still clear as day. Cam shakes his head and chuckles, slipping into the driver's seat.

Eddie groans loudly the entire way into the car, Lex reaching around the seat to hit the back of his head. He slams his door closed behind him and leans forward, smacking his head on the dashboard.

"Bro, I tOLD YOU ABOUT SLAMMING MY DOORS!"

I've posted a "moodboard" of sorts for this fic on my page under #party girls swiss fic. It has a photo of what I imagined the reader as in this fic, soooo if you don't want the illusion broken, don't look LOL

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