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Cherry Bomb Part 8 (Final)

Characters: Eddie Munson x OFC Mary Cherry

Summary: The last chapter! Eddie and Cherry start the build-up to crossing the final thing off her list, having sex. While they're both excited about sleeping together for the first time, they're more nervous about the conversations they want to have before. Cherry finishes her list and starts a whole new chapter of her life. With Eddie.

Part 1 - 7 if you missed it!

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Warnings/Triggers: Sex. Losing virginity. FLUFF. So much gd fluff. Confessions of love.

The faint sounds of Dio came from the room where the Hellfire Club met. As ordered by their leader, Dustin made his way in early, a box in his arms. He looks to see Eddie, stretched to grab a box off a shelf, on tiptoes and shirt raised enough with his high arms to show his midriff. He grunts and bounces, fighting the stiffness in his ribs.

“You look like you’re doing better,” Dustin says making Eddie jump and then stare him down defensively. “Sorry.” Dustin holds his arms up in surrender. “Your ribs finally heel up?” Eddie lays the heavy-duty scissors he was after on the tabletop.

“By next week I’ll be back to normal. Whatever that means now.” He moves to throw his hands dramatically but only makes it halfway, as he didn’t want to bother his ribs again.

“At least you won’t be moving around like an old man anymore .” Dustin grins. “Bet you’ll miss Cherry waiting on you hand and foot though.”

“You’d be surprised how quickly it gets old.” Eddie exhales.

“Man I’d kill to have Susie wait around on me. Bring me food, talking in that baby voice when she gets all sweet on me.” A dopey smile moves across his face.

“There’s a fundamental difference between us Henderson. I don’t like the help, the babying. I prefer to do things myself.”

“Yeah the difference is I know having help is a good thing and you don’t.”

“I know it’s good to have it I don’t like the infantilization that comes with it.” He cuts himself off quickly and waves his hand to dismiss the conversation. “Did you bring the stuff?”

“Yeah.” He smacks the box in front of him. Eddie moves over next to Dustin to inspect. “You mean you don't like it when she baby talks you?”

“Henderson.” Eddie groans, otherwise ignoring him.

“You’re gonna say to my face that you don’t like it when Cherry starts in with that Eddie baby stuff?”

“How do you know that?” Eddie’s eyes shoot towards the shorter boy.

“Oh, I know plenty. I’m a ninja. People don’t notice me around.” He poses dramatically hunched over the table. “I was gonna ask her about something a few weeks back and you two were on the other side of your van I overheard.” He stands and admits after a stare-down from Eddie. “Plus she’s always touching you now anyway. I see how she rubs your back when you think no one can tell. Cause you wouldn’t let her otherwise. And how when she holds your hand under the table, and her lipstick leaves kiss marks on you sometimes.”

“You are observant.” Eddie looks him up and down.

“I’ll take it for the compliment it is.” He bobs proudly. “I however am not observant enough to know why I needed to bring my miniature paints?” Eddie was now collecting colors and holding the tiny glass vials in one hand.

“To paint something.” Eddie states, eyes concentrated on the box.

“No shit.” Dustin frowns at him. Eddie sighs first in response before finding the final color he needed. “But to add further to your mystery I also had to come early. Alone.” He states with a hint of agitation.

“Because I didn’t want anyone else to know what I was doing.” he announces, making his way back to his carved wooden throne chair. Dustin watches as Eddie pulls a denim jacket from his bag. He shakes it and lays it out, taking the metal scissors to the sleeves.

“Am I going to sit here and watch you make arts and crafts?”

“Are you going to keep asking questions until I answer or can you mind your own business?” Eddie bites back.

“You already know the answer to that.” Dustin states obviously. “You know I’m naturally curious and you can’t have me do some secret mission without filling in the details.” Eddie finishes a rough cut on the sleeves, leaving Dustin to stew for a moment.

“Here. Try this on.” He throws the denim vest at him.

“You’ve gotta tell me why, man.” Dustin shakes the vest at a slowly approaching Eddie.

“Can we swear a vow of secrecy here?” Eddie offers, arms crossed and his hand on his chin.

“If you want to invoke the sacred vow, I, as a party member have no choice but to obey the Master.” He holds his arms out and bows as is his dramatic flair. Same as Eddie.

“Then consider it invoked.”

“Do we need to roll for it or-“ Eddie rolls his eyes in response.

“This is real life not for the game. Try it on.” He snaps his fingers. Dustin does as he’s told, waiting for Eddie to spill.

“Should I- pose or-?” He stands with his arms awkwardly to his sides.

“No. Can you move okay? Move your arms around. Armholes too tight?”

“Nah can barely feel them.” He swings his arms and throws some fake punches. “Do I need to test drive it? What are we doing? Recon mission? Espionage?” He strikes a 007 pose.

“No.” Eddie shakes his head and motions for him to give him back the jacket. “You are the closest to Cherry's size. If it fits you I know it’ll fit her.”

“Ohhhh. So this is for her?” Eddie doesn’t respond as the answer was obvious. He returns to his chair and begins to mark on the vest with a pencil. “You’re making her a vest. Like yours?” Dustin tentatively moves closer.

“Yes and no. They’re called battle jackets. Or vests. Whatever.”

“Right, the metal head gear with the patches and shit.”

Eddie nods and continues drawing.

“So why are you making her one?”

Eddie lets out a loud sigh before moving his face to look at Dustin who has now sat in the chair closest to him. His face read as annoyed with its pressed lips and glaring eyes but he was also feeling defensive. A bit vulnerable. He was wondering what information he could trust Dustin with now that they were in the moment.

“This is under the secrecy vow. You got it?” He points a finger to the rapidly nodding and eager boy. “Besides me, you’re the closest guy in the group to Cherry. She likes you. Trusts you.” Dustin had a small and genuine smile on his face from receiving this information. “And I am… making her a present.”

“Anniversary?” Dustin blurts out.

“Sure. We’ll call it that.” Eddie quickly takes the scapegoat offered. “I wanted to get her something nice. But I don’t exactly have the money to go get… whatever the hell people with money buy their girlfriends.” He shakes a hand dismissively with a clear bite of anger for the fact of it.

“Like flowers and candy?”

“Exactly. Perfume and jewelry. Ya know.”

“So you two are really serious aren’t you?”

Eddie's eyes shoot defensively dark to Dustin’s inquisitive ones.

“I mean I know she’s nuts about you. And you like her more than you let anyone of us know so it’s gotta be. You got the shit beat out of you for her for Christ's sake.”

“Yeah. Maybe.” He moves his eyes back to the vest, back hunched over.

“So that’s a yes.” Dustin states. “And you’re making her something instead.”

“Right.” Eddie mutters.

“You aren’t really the letterman jacket and class ring type. Makes sense.”

“She’s worn my jacket a few times. She’s talked about wanting patches for shows we’ll go to and stuff like that. But I don’t think she’d get away with destroying one of her jackets so I dug around and found this old one of mine in the back of my closet and thought it would work.”

“Resourceful, I like it.”

“I think she will.” Eddie says it out loud but Dustin isn’t entirely convinced.

“Are you asking me if she will or convincing yourself?”

Eddie tossed the pencil to the table and huffed.

“Look man, I’m trying to help. I wanna help! I like you. I like her. And you are clearly… struggling with something and I wanna help.”

“Clearly?”

“Okay. Bad choice of words but you’re being defensive. Not the usual kind either. Plus you never talk about her to us so I know it’s gotta be something heavy going on.”

Eddie sighs and rubs his face. He didn’t like being told what he was feeling but it was true. Cherry would want him to talk to Dustin.

“I’m not good at this… girlfriend shit.” Eddie slouches back into the chair and finally meets Dustin’s eyes without them looking like he was thinking about killing him.

“You’ve… had one before…right?”

“Don’t be stupid, yeah.” Eddie rolls his eyes. “But those weren’t… they didn’t get… most weren't serious.”

“So are we talking marriage here or-“

“Slow your fuckin horses Henderson, shit.” Eddie pumps his hands at him.

“Okay! I’m just trying to translate Munson into English here.”

“I didn’t date most of the girls I’ve been with. Those I did I didn’t DO shit for them, ya know?”

“So you were a shitty boyfriend?”

“I mean probably but I didn’t try to do anything special or… make anything special for them. “ he was trying to walk around the real cause of why he was trying to do something significant. He would ask for his opinion but he was NOT going to discuss his sex life with Cherry. “I wanted to do something nice for her. After the shit we’ve gone through this year I wanted to show her… ya know, that I give a shit.”

“Ah. Okay yeah, I think I get what you’re saying. She’s special. You want to treat her special. You want her to feel special.”

“Pretty much yeah.”

“And you haven’t done this before?”

“Kinda but… not like this.”

“Uh-huh.” Dustin smirks.

“What the hell is that face for?” Eddie groans.

“Have you never been in love before Eddie?” Dustin boldly asks. Eddie blinks with a blank face in response. “C’mon a blind man could see it with you two love birds. You love her, you want to do something nice for her. It’s sweet! It is! I’m happy for you.”

“I really wanna punch you right now.”

“C’mon! It’s obvious. How you two look at each other. Standing up for her, I saw how she acted when they took you away man, I KNOW. She deserves something special she’s a cool girl. I get it.”

“How did she act?” Is the surprisingly quiet question followed

“Did no one tell you?”

Eddie’s eyes move around the room in thought for a moment. “I don’t think so. If they did I forgot.”

“Oh hell, she lost her MIND.” He stresses. “She was crying about you being hurt as people came down to help and she was IN the ambulance but the cops had to pick her up to get her out to keep her here for questioning. She kept grabbing you and screaming and crying and-“ he stops seeing Eddie’s face go soft. “Sorry.” Dustin stops and speaks with less excitement. “She fought cops to try to not leave you alone. I heard she snuck out of her room in the hospital to go find yours and didn’t leave your side. Sure sounds like love to me.” Dustin throws his hands up and shrugs.

Eddie’s eyes aren’t angry for once. They slowly glanced around the room before he moved to lick a tiny paint brush straight and pick the red paint from the bunch. Dustin could make out now that he’d drawn a pair of cherries on the chest.

“She’ll like that.” Dustin adds with a softer approach. “It’s cute.”

“Thanks for telling me what happened.” He offers and it meant more than it would appear.

“I didn’t see anything before you were knocked out, but I did see that. The least I can do is tell you how it went down. I can’t believe no one told you.”

“They might have but… pain medicine man. And concussions. Everything’s foggy.”

“Have you not talked to her about it?”

“I didn’t want to upset her it… was nasty what they were saying to her. She was a mess.”

“Maybe you should. Maybe it’s been long enough. Might help you get closer.”

“Yeah. Maybe.” Eddie purses his lips in thought. “Don’t really need any help on that front though.”

“Just need help when it comes to you expressing your feelings? That’s a new one.”

“Expressing anger and annoyance are very different from expressing-“

“Love?” Dustin interrupts, grinning like an idiot.

“Yeah.” He answers with a tight voice that isn’t completely full of annoyance for Dustin’s bold interruption. It was very subtly laced with a hint of relief the conversation had brought to him.

—

Eddie grunted as he pulled himself up onto the roof. For the first time in a while, it was from work and not pain. He moves as gracefully as he can, which had never been much, to draw as little attention to himself as possible as he follows Cherry's voice to one of her bedroom windows. With the window open, he rests his arms on the sill and sees her dancing around her room, headphones on with damp hair in nothing but panties and a Van Halen t-shirt she’d gotten at the concert.

“Du du du du du du du du du…” a familiar tune comes from her, eyes mostly shut and moving her body to the music as Eddie made his way through the window. She remains oblivious and he enjoys the show with a smirk on his face. With his elbows on his knees and poor posture, his eyes followed her around the pink and frilly room. It was twice the size of his, a four-poster bed with matching sheets and canopy, white wooden furniture with gold accents, every piece matching contrasted the look she had and the assortment of posters and magazine pages she’d recently put up on her wallpapered walls. The feminine childish energy of the space she’d now outgrown surrounded her as black panties flashed and her chest bounced singing a song about sex from a band who found themselves targetted in the middle of rising satanic panic. He chuckles to himself, a cross on the wall as she sang, “Tonight I’m gonna give it all to you. In the darkness. There’s so much I wanna doooo.”

The rebel in him ate it up, he was a very big fan of irony after all. Perhaps that’d been the main point of attraction at first. The girl with the ribbons in her hair asking him to help her with wide eyes turned into the woman holding him by the hair, pressing his face into her fluffy soft center and demanding more of him. He’d been fond of her at first, amused. He figured she’d chicken out and bail honestly. Those kept suburb girls usually think they want to rebel but when faced with new things they find they’re not able to handle the expansion of their worldview and retreat. But Cherry had plunged head first. She hadn’t looked back or given him any reason to doubt her ability to handle anything that came her way. It was early on he realized she wasn’t doing this for a thrill, she actually wanted to change. Then he started to appreciate her.

That’s when she started getting bolder, the kissing, the touching, the vulnerability of soul searching shared with him so seemingly easily. Then he admired her.

Then she blossomed into another person. She even moved differently than she had. She wore her new look, it didn’t wear her. She had confidence and energy to her that he wanted to be around, that he preferred being around more than anyone else. She was open and honest and for some reason, as confounded as he was about it, she liked him back. And as it goes from time to time, when luck and serendipity meet at a crossroads, both their feelings for each other grew. The physicality of it was a big focus at first, then as it happened more often it became a perk. He suddenly didn’t have a twinge of disappointment when she’d say she was on her period and they couldn’t do anything. He found he had just as good of a time listening to albums and talking to her, sharing smokes and drinks, and freely discussing any subject that came to mind. It was then he knew he was in trouble.

It hadn’t taken getting beat up to make him admit his feelings for her. It wasn’t even Dustin telling him about how she’d reacted to it all that made him realize it. It’d happened before that, and everything after had only sealed it. And now, as he watched her dance uninhibited he no longer felt like his feelings were a bad thing. He was ready to fall into the cliches of sex and love with her, and this was where he found himself being the one having a bout of personal growth, not her.

Interrupting his ruminations she turns and sees him and yelps, eyes going as wide as he'd ever seen them as she jumps back. The back of her leg knocks against the corner of her bed causing her to topple over backward, knocking her headphones off.

“Oh my god you scared the shit out of me!” she says exasperated, it quickly turned into a shared hearty laugh as they met eyes, and both couldn't help the bubbled-up laughter. “How long have you been there?” she asks, sitting up and switching off the walkman. Eddie rises to walk over and help her up.

“Long enough to figure out what song you’re listening to.”

“I'm sure my cat howling of the lyrics made it easy.” she gives a self-deprecating joke quickly followed by a hello kiss from him. “What are you doing here?” she asks, hands to his chest as he put his arms around her.

“Your parents are gone already, I wanted to see you before school.”

“Couldn’t wait?” she snickers and puts her arms around his neck.

“I’m impatient as hell you know that.”

“I wanted the new hair to be a surprise,” she says pulling away and one hand ruffling her damp hair.

“I know I’m not supposed to admit I don’t see what’s different but...”

“Well it’s wet so you get a pass.” she chuckles, moving to plug in her hairdryer. “Mom and I went out yesterday and I got some highlights and maybe a new dress I was planning on wearing for a certain special occasion coming up…soon? I hope? Not that I'm rushing you on feeling better I-”

“Impatient?” he interrupts her unneeded apology.

“For you? Always.” she coos and returns to him, a quick peck. “I mean have you seen you?” she looks him up and down he returns the compliment with a genuinely bashful smile, his smile lines deepened, the crinkles in the corners of his eyes growing into that controlled chaos of his hair.

“What about you?” he reaches back to grab a handful of her half-bare cheek, his thumb rubbing to find the fabric as silky as what it covered. “I got a show this morning. Are you sure you don’t want that special occasion right now? I mean I'm ready to go, you can check if you want.” he gives her the smile that had always sent a jolt through her long before she knew what the feeling was.

“Don’t talk like that, I’ll have to change panties.” she giggles as he leans in to kiss her with more intent this time. “Mmm…” she savors it for a moment, the warmth spreading in her body, the way his hands gripped into her bare skin. “Mmmph!” she breaks away. “Don’t get me started. We don’t even have time to do anything even if we could.” she scolds, a very light pat to his ribs.

“That’s what I snuck up here for actually.” he clears his throat and readjusts himself in his jeans. “Besides checking off one of the things on your list.”

“Are we still doing that?”

“Pretty sure I saw a line about having a boy sneak into your room.”

“True. But I was thinking more at night, you know? Not at 7 am while I’m getting ready for school.”

“Semantics.” he waves his hand. “Besides, I had to show off.” he raises his arms and stretches in every direction before giving a little jump, weight to one leg, and then the other before letting his arms fall with a slap to his sides. “I’m all healed up. Squeeze me.”

She gets closer, hands to his ribs, giving him the test they’d been doing the past couple of weeks to check on his progress. She does so and he doesn’t wince or make a sound. Nothing moves, nothing pops, he was solid again. She felt a rush of heat to her cheeks and chest.

“You’re finally healed up!”

“Good as new.” he pats his chest. “I mean I couldn’t have scaled that trellis if I wasn’t.” he offers as further proof.

“So that means we can…” she says it quietly as if the subject of them having sex hadn’t been openly discussed before.

“I’ve met all your requirements. I got better.” She gives a girlish giggle and puts her hands to his face to pull him down for a kiss.

“So…this weekend?” she offers between kisses.

“Whenever you want, babe.” he hums contently as she kisses away from his mouth to his jaw.

“I mean... I want it now.” another breathy giggle into his ear that made his cock jump. “But this weekend. We’ll go out. Then you can… go in.” she bites his ear lobe, hand in his hair and another tight to his back where she’d missed pulling him close. Instinct kicks in, arms wrapped around her body and his skin seeking out hers. “The problem right now is I don’t want to stop this.” she moans with a smile, returning to his mouth. She feels the cold of his rings on her face as he holds it. She’d refrained from kissing and touching him while he healed to specifically avoid this situation. But she hadn’t realized how badly she’d needed it until she had it again. “Fuck, I missed this. I missed you.” she exhales.

“You smell so fucking good. Mmph.” he inhales her, hand tightening his grip. “I don’t wanna stop either, Cherry baby,” he mutters into her throat. Her breath had picked up, and the small mewls of pleasure denied escaped with less and less hesitation. His hand moved to her chest, only covered by the thin t-shirt. He brushes his thumb over a hard nipple and she moans, chest heaving and a strong grip on his hair that forces a similar sound from him. “We can take the edge off. We don’t have to… rush anything.” he offers a compromise.

“I can't be late for school, Eddie.” she whines, still not attempting to push him away as he began kissing her after her objection.

“And you know how fast I can make you cum.” his hand slipped down her front to cup and soothe the ache between her legs. Her breath catches at the words first then the touch. “I won’t make us late.” his voice swings deep and he meets her eyes. She’d said yes with her body already.

“Promise?” she answers weakly, already kissing him again.

“Promise.” he whispers against her deprived mouth. “C’mon, let your Eddie baby get a reminder of what you taste like.” With that, her knees gave out with a whimper. He leaned down to pick her up and carry her to the bed where he laid her back and they both had quick reminders of what the other felt like under their tongues.

They cut it close. Sliding into class as the bell rang. Thanks to Eddie‘s driving which could be considered reckless endangerment he kept his promise. She wasn’t late.

Eddie worried about a lot of things. He acted like he didn’t. To anyone that didn’t REALLY know him, he gave a fuck about anything. But nothing had given him the knot in his stomach quite like wondering if his idea of a great night would equal out to what his girlfriend considered special enough.

She pulled away to get into her car to drive home after finishing up a session with the club. He grabbed her lightly by the wrist. He told himself he’d ask tonight, this was his last chance.

“C’mere.” he pulls her back in and she gives him an only slightly patronizing smile. “What do you think about camping?”

“Camping?” she wonders with pursed lips, both moving their arms around each other as they spoke without a second thought about it. “I’ve done it a lot. Church stuff.” she shrugs. “It can be fun. Why?”

“I thought about driving us out somewhere with a nice view this weekend. It wouldn’t be camping in a tent, we can use the van. We could move my mattress into it, bring some food, some tunes...”

“Some condoms?” she grins and teases him.

“Oh they’re in the van already.” he grins and nods enthusiastically. “One in my wallet.” he adds as if he’s going to count the number of places he’d stashed them. “We can star gaze if you want. It’s supposed to be clear that night.”

“You checked the weather?” her voice had a baby talk quality to it.

“Yeah?” he lets out a nervous chuckle. “I wouldn’t want to take you out somewhere if a storm comes through.”

“I dunno.” she shrugged and scrunched her nose at him mischievously. “Worked out pretty well last time.”

“That’s...” he lets out a deep almost dumb genuine laugh. “That’s true.” he gives her a playful peck on the lips. “But I wanted it to be… ya know, special. Nice starry night, under the sky… doors open and music going seemed like a good idea.” he sounded almost nervous and it made her heart skip a beat. Her big mean metal head trying to be romantic. “I thought it’d be better than my place. We can fuck there anytime, but since it’s your first time and all…” She hops to her tip toes to kiss him to shut him up.

“I only care about being with you. I don’t care where it is. Don’t worry about it.” she whispers, keeping it between the two of them in case anyone was lurking around. “You’re more nervous about it than I am.” she giggles and kisses his cheek.

“Well I’ve never done this before, I know you say you don’t wanna make a big deal about it, because yeah it’s not but also yeah it is.” he pauses, a concerned look on his face as he brushes back where her hair touches her face. “I don’t want you to regret anything. Not me, not how it happened, where it happened.”

“And I’ll tell you like I have about 100 times now. If it’s you I won’t.” she kisses his hand that gently caressed her cheek. “But what do you mean you haven’t done it before? You’ve… had sex before.” she states with raised brows to emphasize its obviousness.

“Yeah, I meant. I’ve never…” he looks around with a slight wave of paranoia. “I’ve never been anyone's first.” he almost mumbles it and it suddenly makes sense to her.

“Okay that makes sense.” she purses her lips and nods. “You were the one acting like the virgin, I couldn’t figure out why.” she laughed and pat his cheek. “What about your first time? You regret it?” she boldly asks.

“Do you really wanna know about that stuff?”

“I wouldn’t ask otherwise. I’m making a point here.” she bumps her nose to his.

“No… it was. It was…” he chuckles and looks away with a twitching nose for a moment before returning his face to hers. “It was good. It was sex so, of course, it wasn't bad.” he snorts a little in amusement. “It was fine.” he offers with shrugged arms.

“Did you make a big deal of it?”

“No. It just kinda happened.”

“Then see? Stop worrying about me. Like you said, it can’t be bad. I want you to be as excited as I am about it. I don’t want you to worry about me. I want this. I want you. Got it ya big sensitive sweetie?” she gives him the scrunched nose again, kissing him with an affectionate noise.

“I know it’s more of the fact that-” he winces and sighs, getting her attention. “I’ll just say it I guess.” he mutters and rubs his head. “I don't have a lot to give you, you know? I’d give you anything you wanted if I could and since I can’t I want the things that I can do to mean something. I don’t want you to think I don’t care because I’m not showering you in gifts all the time like other guys could.” Instead of answering she kisses him. She goes in deeper every time he tries to keep talking until he gives in to her.

“None of that had even crossed my mind,” she reassures him. “One kiss from you is worth more than anything any other guy could buy me.” she whispered against his lips while his eyes remained closed, kissing the corners of his mouth. “If I didn’t want you I wouldn’t be with you. That means all of you, exactly how you are.” she holds both sides of his face. “Understand?” he nods, feeling a flood of emotion and relief as their lips ghost against one another.

He could’ve said it right then. He almost did. He felt it in his bones at that moment. He shared insecurity and she took it by the neck and threw it out of existence. No one had ever been that tender with him, that understanding and accepting. He had a new thing to occupy his time with now, stumbling over drafts in his head for how he’d tell her.

A dopey smile spread across Eddie’s face the moment he recognized Cherry’s car come into view, sitting on the back of his van, he waited. Seeing her feet first as they stepped out of the car, her always pristine converse crunched into the gravel of the driveway. As she pushed the door open, a bare set of legs, as smooth and shining as he’d ever seen them appeared, his eyes following the line of her body up and almost catching a glimpse up the short hem. She stood, a shimmy to pull the dress down as he forgot to keep his cool and blatantly stared at her in the tight black dress. She spoke, but he didn’t hear her, she walked to get her bag from the trunk, and he was distracted by the curve of her backside as she bent over, leaning and head tilting as he watched. She stood with her bag at her side, her cheer duffel so out of place with the rest of what she was wearing. As she walked closer he leaned back, chin up and eyes gazing half-lidded until the snapping of her fingers with their red painted nails made him rapidly blink and then lazily wet his lips.

“I’m sorry… what?” he moves his face to meet hers, red lips and her hair as big and blonde as he’d ever seen it. She didn’t need the dark liner and eyeshadow for her eyes to smolder because she was scolding him with no intention of punishment with her eyes.

“I said I wasn’t going to not wear this dress, even if we were camping. So sneakers it was.” she twists her foot for a point of emphasis.

He clears his throat, thumbing his nose as he stood and kept looking her over. “Am I supposed to hear anything you’re saying when you look like this?” his voice was full of tease and a masculine grit to it even though he spoke quietly. A hand moved around her to snatch her close by the waist before a strong hand arched down her butt. “Who gave you the right to look this good?” he avoids the cherry red lipstick and kisses her jaw as her breath catches in her chest and her lids flutter shut for a few short moments, welcoming the kisses to her neck.

‘I was hoping you’d like it.”

“I like you in anything. And I love this. But you are so god damned sexy right now.” he keeps his face close to hers, one side of his mouth drawn back with his dark brown eyes looking at her made-up face flushed and affected. “All this is mine?” his lip snarls playfully, his nose wrinkling as he drives both hands back, a cheek in each hand as she lets out a giggle. “I better get you put away so no one else can see you.” he bites at her jaw as he scooped her up with a squeal, her arms wrapping around his neck and her legs around his waist. She shouted his name but only held on tighter. He walked her over to the back of the van where the doors were open, with one last good smack to her ass he dropped her on the mattress that took up most of the back. She fell into a pile of pillows and blankets safely, he tossed her bag into the corner before returning his attention to her. She looked around as he hovered half bent over her.

“Oh this is nice.” she says twisting to have a better look.

“Yes it is.” he pinches her outer thigh, just under the ridden-up hem of her dress.

“You big idiot.” she grins and grabs his shirt to pull him in for a kiss. He collapses on top of her and she laughs, getting squeezed in his arms with her leg splayed out. “We aren't gonna make it to the site are we?” she laughed as he pulled away.

“Oh were we goin’ somewhere? Cause I’m right where I wanna be.” she slaps his cheek and kicks his butt with her heel lightly and he snaps at her hand her with his teeth and a bark. Another squeal of laughter escapes her, feet kicking in the air as he gave her harsh little biting kisses down to her chest before finally rising off of her. “I put too much work into this for us to not go.” he shakes his head, fixing his clothes as she rises right behind him to wipe the lipstick off his face. “Although if you wanna get it on in the middle of the trailer park with the doors wide open honestly, I could be persuaded.” he offers as he watches a smile beam across her face, looking him over and then approving of her work.

“Wouldn’t take much huh?” she coos and nuzzles her nose to his, a hand grazing over his crotch where it was easy to tell he wasn’t entirely joking.

“Shit, babe.” he jumps his hips back to grab her wrists. “Already going to have enough trouble concentrating on the damn road with you beside me, don’t make it harder on a man.” he winces his face slightly and a sexy smile with naughty intentions meets him.

“But making it hard is my favorite.” she pouts and he gets her by the chin.

“Down girl.” he whispers. “Get that sexy ass in your seat. We’re leaving.” he punches a final kiss to her lips. She happily turns and crawls up to the front. He shakes his legs out as he makes his way to the driver's seat. A readjustment in his jeans he looks around to see if anyone sees.

“Buckle up.” he orders without thinking as he starts the van.

“Yes sir.” she smirks and wobbles her head.

“Save that for later, sweetheart.” he gives her a sharp nod, a bounce of his hair as she bit her lip and settled into her seat. She was hoping he’d ignore her advice for once and drive fast.

The drive mellowed them out, hands reached out and clasped together in the space between the seats. She was curled up and facing him in her chair, fingers soothingly rubbing on his rings as she watched him. With the windows cracked the wind whipped around the console and blew his hair back to show off his face. She’d loved pushing the curtain of curls away and admiring his jaw and cheekbones when they were alone. She watched him talk and sighed quietly, contently to herself with eyes that were surely shaped like hearts. The shadows of the downing sun and the coverage of trees on either side of the road danced across his features, accentuation his strong profile of a prominent nose that suited him and lips that were full and plush to add a softness to his pre-raphaelite beauty.

The audible growling of Cherry’s stomach led to them taking care of basic human needs first after they arrived. Eddie set up a little fire not far from the back of the van, the cliff’s edge a little farther out from that. He’d driven her to a lookout, a high point overlooking lakes and a valley that his inner romantic thought would serve as a good backdrop to spending the night together. He piled sticks by the back of the van to feed the fire all night. A full cooler sat next to it, keeping the door propped open to not obscure the view. On top of it rest a beer just out of Eddie’s relaxed hands grasp and a pile of ashes from the joint Cherry had let die continuously as she lazily puffed whenever she remembered it. Neither were looking to get wasted, but a soft buzz after a meal, wrapped in each other's arms as they watched the sunset seemed too good to pass up. She was absent-mindedly messing with his rings, turning one around his finger as her hand rested on top of his on her chest. He didn’t mind.

“It’s beautiful.’ she exhales, voice light and content.

“Yeah you are.” he smiles even though she can’t see it, leaning his head down to kiss the side of hers making her mewl and kiss his hand.

“Coming out here was a smart choice. “ she praises with a nod, watching the sky fade from its pinks and yellows to purples and navy. “It’s romantic. You keep surprising me, Munson.” she turns to face him, popping up onto her knees and putting her hands on his upper thighs. “Who knew you under all that hair and glaring there was a big softie.” she scrunches up her nose and nuzzles it to his as he playfully rolls his eyes, snapping at her with his teeth. “You’re hard where it counts, don’t worry.” she makes herself laugh.

“I’m glad you think it’s romantic. That’s what I was going for.” he wraps his arms around her and pulls her to his chest, collapsing her arms as she lands with an oomph on top of him.

“The seclusion, the sunset, the nice buzz, and tunes.” she sighs contently.

“Speaking of, what the fuck is this?” An almost twinkling sound played over the speakers.

“I love this song!” She shoots up to her knees again.

“I sure as hell didn’t add it on the tape.”

“You don’t like REO Speedwagon?!” her mouth falls open and she gawks.

“No, the guy sounds like a girl.”

“Well all the guys you listen to LOOK like girls!” she laughs and shoves him, moving out of his lap.

“That’s different!”

“AND EVEN AS I WANDER I'M KEEPING YOU IN SIGHT!” she starts singing, leaping past the van’s edge and standing with her arms spread wide by the fire as she did her favorite thing which was a combination of making Eddie laugh and simultaneously annoy him.

“Christ sake.” he snorts and raises with his arms out to grab her.

“...COME CRASHIN' THROUGH YOUR DOOOOR!” her out-of-tune voice shouts, hitting invisible drums in the air as he approaches. “BABY I CAN'T FIGHT THIS FEELIN ANYMOOOORE!”

“Cherry!” he barks out in between laughs as she eludes his grasps. Her bare feet kick up the dirt around the fire, her dress riding up as she spun, lit by the fire and moon and not much else with the sun having finally faded behind the mountains. She squeals and giggles as he snatches her up, her legs kicking into the air, both wrestling each other with growing breathless laughter.

“There’s a solo though Eddie!” she plays air guitar while he holds her from behind around her shoulders.

“You’re not even using the right hands for the right thing!” he snorts and shakes her. “What the fuck kind of guitar are you using?”

“The kind that fuckin’ SHREDS!” she declares obviously, being utterly ridiculous and making his face light up like a happy child.

“Not to this shit it’s not.” he growls and grabs her hands and spins her out to pull her into his chest.

“It’s a pretty song! It’s a love song! That’s why I added it!” she pleads between catching her breath and beaming up at him.

“Babe you’re great but you have questionable taste in music sometimes.” he kisses her forehead. Then the song switches to something slower. Something even less to his liking. This song barely even had a guitar in it.

“Oh this one is so NICE Eddie.” she pouts, putting her arms around his neck. “It’s from Top Gun, it’s so romantic.” she coos.

“Cherry, I’d like to apologize for failing you in introducing you to good music.” he shakes his head.

“Shut up.” she giggles and pops up to kiss him. “Dance with me.”

“I’m not a dancer, sweetheart.”

“You can slow dance.” she groans, putting his hands on her hips. “Indulge me. This is my special night remember?” she lilts, openly being manipulative and he gives in without a second thought. She hums and squeezes him, her cheek nuzzling into his chest as her lipstick was long gone between eating and kisses.

“I remember.” he exhales, resting his head on the delicate puff of her hair. It’d been easy to forget the conversations he’d been having with himself the past few days, easy to want to just enjoy himself and not pressure himself to be vulnerable. She certainly made it easier than he expected. From her sweet affectionate demeanor to her almost childish hyper spouts of energy he fell for her harder every time she made him smile. Which kept happening more and more often. He gives her the rest of the song in silence, a proper slow dance as she hugs him like a teddy. A familiar whubba of guitar fades in and he sighs in relief. “Now this I can handle.”

“Not complaining about Van Halen? You must be trying to be nice.” she raises her head.

“I told you a hundred times I don’t hate them.” he laughs and throws his head back in a groan before a light headbutt to her forehead.

“I know. I just like watching you get mad when I say it.” a devilish little giggle comes through as he pinches her cheek. She gives him another peck, her shoulders swaying. “I won’t make you fast dance. Don’t worry.” A more sultry smile comes across her face, holding him by one hand as she moves her hips. She mouthed the words, gaining courage now, having put the song on the tape for a reason. It’s not a point missed by him. So he scoops her back up and moves his hips and begins to sing the words back to her and for a moment she’s dazed, basking in his charming smile and dark eyes shifting in the firelight.

“And I can’t recall. Any love at all. Ah baby this blows 'em all away.” he spins and dips her as she lets out a squeal of laughter and her hair falls back around her shoulders. “It’s got what it takes so tell me, why can’t this be love?” they both sing to each other. It wasn’t exactly dancing, as she knew he wasn’t holding a lot of skill points in that area. But it was perfect. Rather it was imperfect. It was perfect for them.

With a back and forth, faster than before he moves her around the fire as they chimed in off-tune voices breaking for laughter. He shakes his head, his hair tickling intentionally into her face in the wordless parts, headbanging to the guitar as he held her close and she couldn’t escape.

“I wanna know why can’t this be love.” they finish with a loud and echoing final word before he squeezes her and spins around until her feet lower back to the ground. The music fades into Led Zeppelin as they pull one another into a kiss. The breathy laughter grew soft and sweet, back into a slow sway before she broke it off, looking over his face before his dark long lashes fluttered back open, halfway closed and dark in the flickering shadows. A chill runs over her bare skin, air from the night catching on the slight sheen of sweat that had gathered.

“I brought you somethin’,” she whispers, a soft caress of her nose to his before letting him go and moving back to the van.

“You did?” he blinks rapidly coming out of his haze of affection and endorphins. He follows her back with unsure steps, hands shoved into his pockets as he watches her almost disappear into the darkness of the body of the van. “I… brought you something too.” her head whips his way as he leans into the back of the van.

“You did?” she repeats his former question. He bites his lip and nods, motioning to one of the bags he’d brought. “Who first?” a hint of nervousness in her voice.

“Mine.” he nods and gives her permission to open the bag. “I know this isn’t really an anniversary, we don’t even know when that would be.” he huffs out a quick laugh. “Since tonight would be an anniversary, one we’d remember, I wanted to give you something for it.”

“You didn’t have to get-”

“Open it.” he sees her twitching fingers and gives her impatience its antidote. She pulled out the denim vest. “I didn’t get any patches since I wanted you to make your own choices on that. It’s yours after all.”

“You got me my own battle jacket?” her voice was feminine and lovely, a purr of surprise and happiness as she looked it over. “OHMYGODLOOKATTHELITTLECHERRIES!” she runs her words together they come out so fast. She quickly puts it on and crawls out of the van with her gift in her hand, hidden away. “Did you do this? They’re so cute!” he’d painted two red cherries with a sparkling highlight of white and bright green stems.

“I did.” he nods slowly, proudly.

“Baby!” she squeals out and hugs his neck, dropping him down to her level. She kisses his face. “I'm gonna look like we go together now!” she hops up as quickly as a bunny and stands to pose.

“Looks even better than I thought. Fits you good.” he gives a slight tug to the front.

“I look like a total badass, Eddie. I love it!” she bounces on her knees and hugs herself. “I didn’t… GET you anything per se and now I feel bad.” she laughs, half bent but smiling wide. “Mine is more of a… gesture,” she speaks with a slight mumble, her nerves growing the closer she got to reveal the content of her hand. She reaches for his hand and leads him closer to the cliff’s edge.

“I actually had a… a gesture too.” he adds, eyes looking away from her for a moment.

She waits for him to meet her eyes, trying to find what he was thinking in them.

“Let me go first? I’m afraid I’ll lose my nerve if I don’t.” she smiles, more with her eyes than her mouth. He nods seeing the vulnerability in them. He could wait a few more minutes. “Thanks,” she mumbles again, opening her hand to reveal two things, a ring and the worn and creased copy of her list. “This was my promise ring.” she holds it up first to the light, then turns to the darkness of the valley and the lake below. “I don’t know why I held onto it. I haven’t worn it in a long time now.” she shook her head at the gold-colored band, remembering everything it used to represent to her. He joins her by her side, arm around her shoulders, listening intently. “I don’t need it anymore though. This isn’t me now. I don’t believe what I used to. This stupid little thing meant so much and now it doesn’t mean anything.” she shrugs and huffs out a laugh. “I wanted a symbolic gesture of… releasing it, ya know? I wanted to send it away, banish it. The last symbol of who I used to be destroyed so it can’t hurt me anymore.”

“It’s no Mount Doom but… if you throw it in it'll be lost forever.” he motions with his hand out to the valley.

“That’s exactly what I was thinking.” she nods with intent, holding his eyes and determined. She held it in her hands, seeing it so harmless and inanimate in the moonlight as she looked at the subtly rippling water below. She lets out a sigh, then a deep inhale as she chucked it as hard as she could into the water. They waited, Eddie, stepping closer to her until slight tink of a sound was heard.

“Shit,” he mutters. She turned her head quickly to his, hair a wave around her face. “You could’ve pawned that.” he offers with a nod over the cliff. She bursts into a laugh and holds his face and kisses him.

“You’re so fuckin’ cute sometimes.” she chuckles and pushes his hair back, finding the statement a perfect mix of realistic and adorable, just like he was. “Not a bad idea though. But it wasn’t real.” she added quietly. A lop-sided smile stays on his face as she gave his cheek a soft pat. “I know we said we were done with the list but..” she slowly moves her hand away to hold the piece of paper between her hands, staring down at it like it might bite her. “I thought we… you should cross off the last thing on the list.”

“Ah.” he nods, knowing the last thing had been to have sex. “I will happily mark that off for you sweetheart.” he leans down to kiss her and she lets out a soft little sound he didn’t expect. “I’m… honestly flattered.” he gives her a soft chuckle and another charming grin. “By you letting me both literally and figuratively cross that off the list.” he elaborates with his hands nervously.

“I want you to start at the top, okay? Don’t read ahead. I wanna hear them, okay?” she had a white knuckle grip on the paper as she extended it towards him. He moves away only slightly, putting his arm around her shoulder and turning to have the firelight face the text. He clears his throat, shaking out the thin paper and shaking his head to clear back his hair, holding her tight to his side the whole time.

“Smoke cigarettes.” he giggles off, it seemed so far away now. She wraps her arms around his tightly, her face to his chest. He rubs her back reassuringly, caught off guard by the attentiveness but continuing nonetheless. “We’ve got our basics, steal something, Sneak out, Wear Makeup, drink, get drunk, smoke - not cigarettes.” he chuckles again. “Some of my favs rounding us out, Masturbate, watch porn, have an orgasm, etc, get off by someone else's hands, could be my favorite so far. “ He grinned and looked down at her, kissing her head. “Oral sex…” his voice starts to trail off as he read. “H-have sex...” he gulped and blinked going silent for a moment. A taken aback heave of his chest moves her face. “You want me to…” he wets his lips. “Cross-cross off the last one?”

“Yeah.” Her voice is soft as she looks up at him with big eyes that looked the same as they had months ago. “Would you?” her voice was a whisper.

“The… very last one?” she nodded, her eyes hopeful and fearful and his still processing. He turns back to the paper and feels his heart pound a little harder in his chest. “Fall in love.” he reads aloud. The silence is heavy, filled with the background of insects and a crackle of fire but none of it is noticed over the rush of blood in their ears. He folds the paper, putting it into his jean pocket and holding her by the shoulders. “You love me?” he asks as if it was the hardest thing to believe.

“Y-yeah?” she rasped out, her hands shaking as they rest on his forearms. “Is-is that okay? I mean-.”

“You love me? You’re in love with me?” a smile that as it grows melts any of the fear away that had built up.

“I love you.” she answers with a hesitant smile of her own beginning to bloom. “I’m very much, in love with you, Eddie Munson,” she adds with a subtle nod, her hands calming and grasping his arms. “I didn’t mean to it just ha-” He cuts her off with a dive bomb of a kiss. Two hands to her face, deep and desperate he took her. It grew, and not slowly, hands to his hair, wobbling tip toes to reach were steadied by strong arms that wrapped around her body.

“I was so fucking nervous. I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you I loved you.” he bubbles out the confession, stating his periods with kisses. “I knew I had to. But I didn’t know how.” he admits with a smile, hers mirrored his, nuzzling into his face like a kitten.

“Tell me.” she asks with closed eyes and a dreamy hum.

“I love you.” he kissed her temple. “I love you too.” he kisses her nose. “I didn’t mean to either.” he smiles. “But you made it so easy.” she feels a well of emotion in her stomach and swallows back tears.

“I didn’t even know it was love. Not for a while,” she admits. “I felt it and I knew it was impossible to ignore but… I loved you without even trying.”

“We didn’t have a chance did we?” they both laugh and kiss with less desperation.

“We had no choice.” she giggles as he kisses her cheek and squeezes her tightly. “Is it too cliche to want to have sex after this?” she asks with laughter building in her chest. “It only makes sense to follow up I love you’s with it.” he shrugs and they part, taking her hand and leading her to the van.

“Never cliche.” he reassures her. “Even if it was.” he raspberries his lips and throws his arms dramatically. “Who gives a shit.” He saw the look of confidence come back on her after slipping away briefly. “After you.” he bows and holds his hand out to help her up into the van and it amuses her greatly.

He stands, hands up on the top of the van, his lean form looking as she sat on her knees. His silhouette was almost black against the orange glow of the fire. “I don’t know what I expected.” She admits. “I had this plan- this idea of how we’d go about it but now that I’m here doing it I’m not as confident about it, to be honest.”

“What do you mean? What did you wanna do?” His voice was deep and reassuring as he bent down to crawl next to her. “I’m yours, babe, do with me what you will.” He plops down on his side, propped up on his elbow with a smirk as he ran his hand down his body to present himself.

“Can’t believe I'm in love your dumbass.” She laughed and leaned in to kiss him which he greedily accepted. “Ugh.” She lets out a sound and breaks away the kiss.

“Well, you don’t wanna hear that after you kiss the woman you love.”

She snorted and shook her head. “It’s just a lot. All good!” She reassured with animated hands. ”Now that it’s OUT there I expected to not feel as overwhelmed by it. But it’s like it’s done the opposite.” She explains and moves to look in her bag. She crawled past the blankets and pillows, the soft sheet on the mattress not burning her bare knees as she crawled across it. “Butterflies.” She bashfully admits and pokes her stomach.

“That’s what happens when you open up to things. Good nervous and excited all piling up on each other.” He elaborated. “If you’re nervous that’s totally normal too. But you know I’m not going to like-hurt you or anything right?” He reached out to touch her thigh. “I mean… in bed or between us.”

“You're sweet.” She turns to smile at him and takes out another tape. “I know you wouldn’t. I trust you. This is the first time I’ve felt like this and it’s like I wanna crawl out of my skin because I’m so full of good feelings. Instead of the yucky reasons like I’m used to.”

“So…excited?” He asked. She stopped her travels to the boom box propped in the corner to think for a second.

“I guess that is it. And also just… happy.” She smiles bashfully and turns to pop the new tape in, putting the other back into the holder.

“It feels foreign sometimes doesn’t it?”

“Yeah.” She huffs out amused. “I’m glad you get it.” She gives him a soft smile before looking to read what she’d written on the label.

“Should probably take back that dumbass comment then huh?”

“Nah it still stands.” She laughs. “But consider it a term of endearment. I wouldn’t want you any other way.” She insists with a shake of her head.

“I’d rather you call me a different pet name.” he runs his hand through his hair as she’s preoccupied, looking out to the fire before back to her.

“Like what?”

“I don't wanna admit it but I’m fond of Eddie baby.” He smiles her way. “A good old-fashioned baby works. There’s always the sweethearts and darling and sugars.”

“Honey, pumpkin, boo bear.” She grins and finally has the tape rewound.

“I see your honey and raise you a honey bunny.” She turns back to face him now. The tape quiet a few beats before the track starts.

“I was thinking more of something like sir?” She tries and watches his eyebrows raise.

“Sir huh?”

“Or master?” She suggests, crawling towards him. “Already my dungeon master.” She coos and slides in next to him. A smooth guitar leading into what would be a heavy sprinkling of Led Zeppelin songs begins. “But Eddie baby is my favorite.” She admits, bopping the top of his nose.

“You gonna make a man feel some type of way of you keep talking like that.”

“That’s the point.” She taunts. “I made this mix with the idea of how… starved I was for you. There’s sweet and romantic and I do love that but every time I’ve fantasized about being with you it isn’t about whispering sweet nothings. It’s about me riding you.” She trailed her finger down his arm.

“Oh?” She met his eyes since the surprise was clear in his tone. “You wanna be in charge?” He offers her the option. He didn’t want to make her decisions for her. Even though he’d assumed he would be taking the lead for the first few times and the wandering thought of if that was sexist or not popped into his head.

“Yeah.” She nods thoughtfully. “I can control it easier. At first anyway. I can always change my mind.” She shrugs as her fingers work up his arm and onto his chest.

“Yes ma’am you can.” he takes her hand into his and kisses it.

“C’mon then Eddie baby.” She whispers, leaning in closer to him, lips ghosting over his, seeing his dark eyes soften before she connects their lips. “I’ve been waiting a long time for this.” She feels him melt before regaining composure to puff up his chest and pull her against him. “Been waiting a long time for you.” she coos as his hands move down her body with steady pressure, curving over her hips and bringing a leg up over him. Their hands moved quickly to feel bare against them, seeking out the heat and intimacy. He cupped up over her panties and she slid her hand down the back of his jeans. Once the confined space no longer sufficed, Cherry reached down to under his buckle and jeans and he took the opportunity to ride the bottom of her dress up to her hips. Another heavy petting session over their underwear commenced, and when that became not enough, his fingers trying to reach her chest and her the same for him she huffed out. “Take these off.” and sat up, skinning off the tight dress which left him to gawk at her lacey black underwear. “You too.” she tugs his shirt. He blinks with realization and strips his off over his head as she yanks at the waist of his jeans.

“Shit, baby, just a second.” he laughs, tossing his shirt to the corner and kicking off everything else.

“Should we just..” she reached down to her panties and snapped the waistband.

“As good as they look on you I think so yeah.” he nodded enthusiastically as they both stripped down impatiently and quickly rolled back together. The moans grew, both basking in the feeling of a naked body against them. Obscenities were mumbled and kisses traveled from their mouths quickly. He trailed down her neck, greedy hands taking in her chest and smothering it in kisses and panting sucks. He momentarily forgets himself and stays latched and moaning contently until he remembers this isn’t just about him. He runs his hand down her stomach, her nails gentle on his back, loving on him and scratching his scalp and playing with his hair before his fingertips grazed past her hips to the thatch of hair, recently trimmed to his surprise. He explored her boundaries, hands massaging her inner thighs, the borders of her hairline, and an affectionate rub of her exterior before he felt her hips impatient nudge forward. Still nursing away at her, which she seemed to enjoy from the mewls coming from her between kisses to his forehead and hair. He slipped his fingers between her thick lips and found her as slick and hot as expected. It was so nice to feel wanted by her body. Her hard nipples ached for him to touch them, her pussy getting wet before he even touched it, he moaned at the welcome her body always gave him knowing once he slipped himself inside her it’d be an even warmer welcome.

He kept it simple, one calloused finger circling her clit, letting the feeling build and grow just like her moans were. A desperate grunt with a shifting up of her hips told him she wanted more. He obliged and slid one finger to satisfy her first, pushing into her with no resistance. The second finger was a slower process, but she greedily sucked him in, the grip on his hair tightening so he knew she was enjoying herself. He moves steadily, not curling and attacking, giving her time to adjust as her hips began to move on their own, finding a rhythm with him. He stopped his fingers and let her hips work to take them in. She whined at first, then started to enjoy the feeling of control. He breaks his seal around her nipple and kisses up her neck, reangling his fingers so she can easily bounce herself on them.

“Is that how you’re gonna ride me, sweetheart?” he whispers in her ear drawing a deeper moan out of her before she turned to kiss him. She surprised him when she moved, hopping on her knees and pushing his shoulder back.

“We’re not doing this without me getting to play too.” she cooed with a flip of her hair to one side, starting with kissing his chest, her hands kneaded him much the same way he had her. She briefly bit and sucked at his nipples making his cock jump and tap against his stomach. She was thorough as she kissed down his ribs, covering everywhere that had been bruised with noisy smooches and licks. A tickle of kisses down his stomach to his protruding hip bones where she turned her backside towards him and started nuzzling into his thick dark hair. She felt like an animal when she went down on him. There was something awakened when she smelled the mix of something distinctly him and his soap and tonight, a bit of cologne. She licked and played first, and he did the same, sucking her remaining wetness from his fingers to replace it with more before he slid his fingers into her as she knelt beside him. She moaned with him in her mouth, her tongue attentive to the underside of his sensitive head. The vibration ran through him and stopped as one soft hand cupped his balls. He admittedly was a little lazy with his fingers, sliding in and out to graze her clit as he watched her curly cloud of hair frame her mouth taking him in over and over. Her hands roamed, nails dragging on his thighs and balls, traveling up his chest to feel as much of him as she could while he was naked and bare to her. She unconsciously started to bounce against his fingers, eliciting whimpers and moans around his cock. She spoke with him almost in her throat but he couldn’t make out the words.

“Fuck.” escaped as she rose her head and began stroking him, focusing on her own pleasure for a moment. She looked to him, her hips more purposeful as she sat up and held his hand in place with one of hers, still stroking him with her other. She rode his fingers. He, in a horny trance, watched her tits bounce, the way her ass thumped against the mattress when she came down, and the way the heat of her enveloped his entire hand as he pushed up into her as she sank. “This is how I”m gonna ride you, sweetheart.” she gives a wicked grin while she pinched her nipples, pulling them until they snapped out of her grasp. He didn’t think about it, he acted on impulse as he sat up and caught her in a kiss, knocking her back and using his fingers harder on her. He loomed over her, a ravenous kiss before a few biting and sucking ones traveled down to her center. He engulf her clit greedily, head knocking her thighs apart as he growled into her.

“You can’t talk like that and expect me to not NEED to eat you alive.” he rasps out before zeroing in on her clit with a quick tongue and his fingers now beginning to curl inside her, seeking out the spots that made her shake. The fire left half their bodies in darkness, but they met eyes anyway, her propping up to see his dark lashes fanned out over pale cheeks as his full lips devoured the most sensitive parts of her. She was hypnotized by his big brown eyes, pushing his hair back to see them better as he lapped away at her like she was his last meal.

“Fuck, you look so good when you eat my pussy.” she whimpered, chest starting to heave. Her fingertips ran light on his temples, a tender, and affectionate gesture before sliding back into his hair for a handful of grip. His eyes rolled back for a moment at her words as he moaned and groaned into her, fingers moving faster with the praise.

She felt that familiar pull, that wave that warned her of what she was rapidly approaching. But as the song she’d listened to while fantasizing about fucking him started to play she gains the strength to make him stop. Using her hand gripped into his hair to guide his strung-out face away from her.

“I don't wanna come yet.” she rasps out, chest heaving. “I want to come with you inside me.” she sighs, his fingers pushed out of her by the tightening of her muscles as she moved her legs. She quickly got to her knees to kiss him, tongue lapping at his lips to taste herself before she turned him and shoved his shoulder back, throwing off his balance. “On your back.” she orders and he obeys, cock tapping against his lower stomach as she snaked her way up his body, straddling his middle, resting his cock snug against her pussy lips. The growl of guitar in Stranglehold fueled her, feeling it move into her body and her hips undulating with the bass. Her hand runs up his chest, as she hunched over him, moving his almost damp hair off his face, the other up his neck and to his jaw, her thumb sinking into his mouth. He immediately latched his lips around her. Both their brown eyes had blown black, intense under the half-lidded gaze they stared each other down with. He saw a snarl of her lip, a hiss as he sucked away at her thumb, his hands back on her body, strong on her hips, the metal of his rings dragging against her shining skin. Her silhouette was that of a goddess as she licked his lips, a brief twist of tongues as she ran her thumb over his bottom lip. She took a deep breath, sitting straight up, hands running through her hair and then down her body slowly. She reached between her legs, raising her hips to grasp him, and started stroking. He was throbbing in her palm, fingertips feeling out every popped vein in his cock as she moaned, squeezing and imagining how much bigger he’d feel inside her. She follows the song, just like she had in her fantasies, a tempo switched as she slid him between her lips.

“Fuck.” he gritted as she put her weight on him, her soaked lips searing hot around him as she got used to the feeling of moving her hips. A back and forth grind that slid his head right against her clit.

“Get the condom Eddie.” she smiled wickedly.

“Oh shit. Right.” he snaps out of his trance and reaches up, knowing exactly where they were. With a rip open of his teeth, she slides back, holding him at his base as he slid it over himself. She slipped right back over him and leaned in to kiss him, hips still feeling their way around, side to side, a bounce and wiggle here and there as they kissed in a way that before experiencing it she would’ve called nasty. Open mouths and pants with licking tongues and bites of lips as their hands clawed at one another. Once she felt her hips warmed up, familiar enough with the feel of him under her she raised back up and lifted a leg, angling him as he soothed her with his kneading hands. With the boldest eye contact, she’d ever given she licked her lips and as the song slid in tempo she slid him ever so slightly inside her. It wasn’t pain, it wasn’t yet pleasure, as her mouth dropped open, a slight whimper as he moved deeper when she shifted her knees back to the mattress.

“You good baby?” he asks, breathless, his thumb moving immediately to stroke her clit lazily, knowing it’d help if it hurt. She hummed and mewled, her insides tensing and eager as he stroked her.

“You are.” her face fell soft for a moment as she laughed and ran her hand through her hair, settling the other to his chest. “You’re bigger than I thought.” she gave a brief raise of her eyebrow and a smirk as he put his hand over hers on his chest. With a slow lick of her lips, then a bite she moved, fully notching his head in and the first moan escaped. Her mouth dropped open and she exhaled a heavenly-sounding expletive. With a determined brow and a wanton mouth, she moved inch by inch, lowering herself onto him. “Holy shit.” she whispered as something new hit inside her. “Oh my god.” she whimpered, her chest stuttering for a moment. She heard the smack of his lips and shook her head before he could ask. “Not pain.” she panted and moved a little more. “Fuck, it’s not pain.” she moaned as she met his eyes, calm for her but a tightly clamped down upon lower lip let her know this was affecting him too. He noisily exhaled as he felt her tighten around him, rubbing her clit making her body more and more eager to take him in. “It’s so deep.” a high-pitched voice escaped her, an almost laugh that turned into a mewl.

Eddie grimaced, holding his hips back from moving, hearing her praise, and feeling the trembling of her hands and thighs against him. He kept one hand on her hip, light back and forth to try to show her some sort of affection as she worked through the hardest part. She shook as she finally let the tension in her body go, full weight on top of him and having him fully inside her.

“Holy fuck, Eddie.” she exhaled, raising her head to catch her breath. Her hips twitched as he kept his thumb to her, reaching down to keep her clit stimulated. He didn’t want it to hurt her for even a second. “It’s so fucking deep.” she groaned, hands moving down her body to touch her chest, then a pinch of her nipples that caused her hips to spasm again. “I didn't know.” she let out a soft laugh. “Fuck I’ve never felt anything like this.” she giggled again, regaining her composure, another moan, and jolt that made her hands slap to his chest. “It’s so fucking good with you rubbing my clit.” she rises and lowers herself, moans that came up from deep in her stomach grew. She’d never felt those sounds before.

She started slow, trembling every time she lowered herself back onto him. She found a pace that she could handle, half grind and half bounce, leaning over him with a hand to the mattress by his body. She tries to be the confident and sexy siren she wanted to be but was quickly losing her composure. Her eyes rolled back as helpless sounds escaped her. She imagined her body snaking, sitting upright and bouncing her tits in his face and having him drool over her but that wasn’t what this was, and as a shudder overtook her body, her back bending to it she gave up on turning this into a fantasy.

She ground her hips to his, one of his hands tight to her to help her move.

“That’s it, baby.” he rasps out as she found her rhythm, “Fuck that’s it.” he groans, his throat tight as he watched her move on instinct knowing she was only doing what made her feel good and that’s all he wanted for her. She took him in with pulsing walls that wrenched around him in waves.

Her sounds grew more desperate, fewer moans and more whimpers and whines, gaining in frequency and rising in pitch. She held tight to his chest, steadying herself and moving her hips as quickly as she could manage. She wanted more, the building pressure inside her feeling like it could snap at any moment.

“Eddie.” she squeaked out with her eyes slowly starting to roll back into her head. “It’s so good.” she cried as her head fell back to gasp for breath before he felt her tighten around him drawing a deep grunt out of him.

“I know it is baby, you’re getting so fucking tight, you gonna come for me?”

“Uh-huh.” she knocked the sounds out of herself with bounces down on his cock. “I’m so close.” she whined, losing her breath as she worked her body against his. He felt her tense, struggling with the new feeling of having him inside her so he did what he knew would help get her where she wanted to go.

“Your pussy feels so good Cherry, baby. I want you to come on my cock. I wanna feel you. You’re so fuckin’ close baby, give it to me. Give it to Eddie.” he takes her cheek and has he look at him as he says it, holding her attention, giving her a body-covering blanket of goosebumps with his words. As soon as he nodded, his thumb to her lip, her mouth dropped open and a vibrating shake took over her body. “That’s my good girl.” she cried out, wordless, trying to keep her hips moving. Soft feminine and wordless she came around him, hands gripping his chest and her hair obscuring her face as she didn’t make a sound for a moment. She’d never come quietly before. It was so intense her throat froze and all she could do was feel the waves rush over her, one after another until they peaked.

She gasped, hair being flung back with a raise of her head as she felt a new sort of surge of energy through her body.

“Fuck.” she gritted out, a new level of hunger released as she dropped down the grab Eddie by the jaw and kiss him hard. “It’s so fucking good baby.” she moaned and laughed, getting his hair and exposing his neck as the new angle helped her discover a new way to enjoy his cock inside her. His hands broke away from her clit, not being able to withhold having both clung to her as she writhed away on top of him. She moved her hips up and down, his cock disappearing in a wet sheen and slap as she threw her ass back on him. She latched on with her lips to his neck, feeling his pulse so fast under her tongue. She kissed him and panted into his ear as she felt a different sort of pleasure from nothing but him inside her.

“You want more?” he asked, hands to her hips and squeezing harder than he would have thought she’d enjoy.

“More.” she hummed into his ear. “Fuck me, Eddie. I can’t get enough of you.” He couldn’t hold back like he wanted with her moaning into his ear about how good he felt. He gripped her by her hair and turn his head to kiss her, his other hand moving to her ass to pull a cheek away from her body as he pumped his hips up into her. “FUCK!” she jumped and yelped. He froze in fear he’d gotten carried away until a thrill of a giggle erupted out of her. “You surprised me.” she licked his lips and cooed. “You’re a lot to take Eddie, baby.” she hums and kisses him back. “Don’t stop.” she clarified with a shake of her head as they go back to kissing and she’s playing with his hair. Another pump up, not as harsh this time, then another to test her before he planted his feet and started thrusting up into her. “Ohhh mygod.” she moaned out from deep in her chest, hand frozen in a grip on his hair. “Ohmygod.” she squeaked before her voice dipped low as he’d ever heard it. “Don’t fucking stop.” she begged, unable to kiss him back as he found his rhythm as he pounded into her from beneath.

Every time he pulled out she felt an odd catch inside her, something that grew and felt almost like when he went down on her and used his fingers at the same time. He worked hard with grunts and groans that she matched with as much femininity as he did masculinity. This felt different, this felt deeper inside her, this was new. She wanted to tell him how it felt, what he was doing to her was changing how she knew her own body but she couldn’t. All she could do was moan and it grew louder, more swears and pleading of his name as she watches his face change. A furrowed brow and scrunched nose in concentration were barely visible as he lay in her shadow but the light caught off the beads of sweat gathering and making his bangs wet against his forehead. He looked so good, like a sex god rockstar, he looked as good as he was making her feel. She’d never seen anything as sexy as he was when he fucked her. She doesn’t feel it like she had other orgasms, it built up in pressure before her body hunched and seized over his, a roar of a moan escaping her, almost a scream as it brought tears to her squeezed shut eyes. He fucked her through it, hearing the ragged breathing he let himself slow down, not daring to cum yet. He pushed her hips down against him which earned another guttural moan. He sat up and took her with him, getting their arms wrapped around one another in a proper makeout as she swiveled her hips against him. He moved aggressively to grab her chest and take a harsh mouthful of her tits into his panting mouth.

“Oh fuck yes.” she giggled and let her head fall back. His hands held her back tightly, then shifted her weight, picking her up with a squeal before putting her on her back and latching back onto her chest. “Eddie, my goodness.” she wailed, pushing his hair back. “Such an animal.” she mewled and wiggled into him. “I love it.” she giggled in a high pitch. “I love YOU.” she sighed contently, wrapping her legs around him as he found his way back to her easily, cock right back at her entrance the moment she felt it leave her.

He bit her nipple and grinned, rising briefly to kiss her and see the sweet face with its long lashes and pink cheeks beaming up at him.

“I love you too.” he had to respond to her affection, even if he was salivating from wanting her tits in his mouth. He left her with a grin that made her openly swoon, he knew what to do to make her melt. He dived back in with a loud growl that made her squeeze his head and laugh. But he kept his cock grazing over her now, absolutely soaked pussy.

She wiggled her hips and pouted. “Eddie.” She felt his smile against her skin.

“HHmmph?” he asked, sucking harshly on her nipples.

“I don’t like it when you’re not inside me.” she rose her hips to meet him, to try to get him back inside her. She was met with a hungry growl in response.

“You want more of my cock, baby?” he asked between traveling bites across her full chest.

“Please.”

“Tell me.” he moaned into her cleavage. “I wanna hear it.” he mutters between mouthfuls.

“Fuck me, Eddie. Don’t tease me. I still have to make you cum.” she smiled. “I miss your cock filling me up so deep that I can’t breathe.” She saw his eyes roll back and disappear under fluttering lashes at that. And swiftly answered her with a solid thrust inside her.

"Oh fuck! That’s…that’s different.” she blurted out feeling yet another new sensation. “It’s good! Don’t worry baby, it’s… real fuckin’ good.” she giggles to shush any worry he might’ve had for her reaction. She got to see him in action now and she wondered why she ever wanted to be on top when she got to see him work his body into her.

Facing the fire now, he was lit with a warm glow as he rose and adjusted her hips. He took her legs, hands-on her ankles, kissing her calves before his hips started thrusting again.

“Ohfuck.” she said aloud, surprising herself. That spot he’d get with his fingers that made her make almost embarrassing noises was being directly targeted by him now. “Oh thats…” she raised to her elbows to watch him disappear inside her. “Fuck that’s it Eddie.” her eyes went big like a doll, head bobbing as he fucked her.

“Your man found your spot, huh?” she’d never seen him so cocky before. “That’s because I know what I’m fucking doing with this sweet little pussy, baby.” He felt her tighten around him at his words which only made the head of his cock grab her upper walls more tightly. “Fuck, you’re not gonna make me cum,. Not yet. I’ve got to make you cum again.” she shook his head at her, his hair bouncing and damp, curls so dark and defined around his timeless beauty of a face. “Can you cum again for me? Hmm?”

She nodded and spread her legs wider, moving them away from where he’d placed them on his chest.

“That’s right.” he groaned, hands running down her legs to massage her very inner thighs. “Open up for me baby.” he spread her legs further, knowing she was flexible. “Look at that.” he whispered, moving her knees back toward the mattress.

“Holy Shit.” she moaned, letting her head fall back.

“Fuck you’re taking my cock so well Cherry.” he rasped out, watching the pink soft lips swallow him up and soak him every time he pushed inside. They gripped around his cock like they didn’t want to let him go, he wanted to sink his teeth into her at the moment, everything so soft and plush he wanted to mark it. She felt so good it was messing with his mind. This must be what people meant when they said sex with emotion was better than sex without out. He’d never loved someone like he did her, and he’d never had anyone make him feel so good whether it was while he was inside her or not.

“I want it so bad, Eddie.” she begged, eyes gaining tears in them, her hands grasping the sheets so hard her knuckles turned white. “Just like that. Every time you…” she trailed off and moaned. “Yes like that.” she grits her teeth together and watched him fill her up over and over. A steady pace was hitting her where she wanted with every withdrawal. It felt so impossibly good. Her body was so sensitive, so swollen and raw that everything was heightened and intense. She’d never came more than once at a time. She didn’t know it could feel so good to keep doing it, or that she could even keep coming but she was still learning lessons tonight. “Fuck me harder.” she pants out and they meet eyes and he leans forward, hips creating a slap every time they met hers. Her head bounced and her mouth hung open. It just kept building. There wasn’t an end. It was like he was holding her at the crest and wouldn’t let her fall over it. “It’s so good.” he saw a tear slip down her cheek.

“Rub your clit for me, baby. Touch yourself.” his voice was deep and stern and she slid a quivering hand between their bodies, immediately shaking as she felt the raw switch under her fingers. “Fuck that’s it. Good girl.” he felt her start fluttering around him again. His hands were preoccupied with holding her legs back in the exact spot she wanted, and he wasn’t missing out on touching her because watching her small painted fingers disappear between her fat little pussy lips made him want to fuck her so hard she cried.

“Eddie…” she begs. “It hurts it’s so good.” she chokes an almost sob back. “I don’t know if I can cum again. It feels so good but I’m not-” He shushes her, one hand moving to push her hair off her face.

“Breathe baby. You’re doing so good. It gets harder to cum the more you do it sometimes. You’re fine.” She nodded and whimpered and nuzzled into his hand.

“It feels so good. Like I’m gonna cum.” she whined and he held her cheek to keep her eyes on him.

“Breathe. He instructed again. He felt her take in a shuddering breath and he knew it had helped already. “You want it harder? Slower? Tell me what you want.”

“More.” she pouted. “Faster.” she answered after he gave her a condescending look that she literally felt make her gush wetter at her vague first response.

“Whatever my baby wants.” he leaned down to kiss her, she was too in her head about it. He angled up her hips and started a skin-slapping pace that immediately got her making noise again. NOW they were both caught up in it. With so much skin to skin, there was nowhere to hide. He pushed her hair back and kissed her, held her face, and kissed her cheeks when she’d squeeze out a tear or two. He knew they were good tears and didn’t ask any questions, only savored them for their existence proving to himself he could make this night special for her. With one hand rubbing her clit, she found the most effective flick, the combination of the curve in his cock, the angle of his hips, and the intimacy he was giving her amidst a mind-shattering pleasure was too much to defy for too long.

“Eddie.” she finally spoke, and he knew the tone’s translation.

“Yes Cherry, give it to me.” he asked of her, hitching an arm under her knee to pull her back and watching their bodies collide, hitting into her hard and faster after the steady pace he’d had built up.

“Eddie!” she called out again, eyes shut and tears falling from both now, she started to tremble, it build into a convulsion neither expected as she cried out for him, stomach forcing her up, forehead to forehead with him, clutching at his neck to keep her steady.

“Fuck me baby, god damn.” he groaned feeling the rush of her around him, feeling her orgasm run down his balls. He had to look away and gasp for breath to not cum.

“Please.” she surprised him as he swung his face back to hers. “Don’t stop. Ohmygod don’t stop I’m -” her mouth dropped open before a scream was wrenched out of her and she came again.

“Holy shit babe, again? Fuck yes.” he groaned and gave her all he had left.

With her eyes rolled back and shouts that echoed through the valley she felt every inch of him inside her, bumping against the spot that made her see double. She didn’t know this could happen. This wasn’t in any Cosmo magazine she’d read. She felt like the women in porn moaning about how they were going to cum again and she’d rolled her eyes. And here she was, eyes rolling but only to make her a hypocrite. He just kept on hitting that. Fucking. Spot.

She called his name again, lost in what was known as a rolling orgasm that hits when you get the combination of internal, external, emotional, and mental hit flawlessly.

“You got another one for me?” he growled, hips hitting her as hard and fast as he could, chasing his own end now. The growl got her attention, meeting his eyes and yanking the back of his neck down to her, her shaking legs locked him against her as she shamelessly licked the side of his face before kissing him.

“Fucking cum for me Eddie.” she growled back, holding him by the back of the neck and he felt like he was the one on his back suddenly. “I’ll cum again, just fucking cum for me.” she moaned and their teeth collide in a kiss that gnashed together as he let out some of the sexiest sounds she’d ever hear.

There was the warning, the high-pitched fast grunts, and that first delicious thrust that he held inside her longer than the other. Then a moan through gritted teeth, another hard slam into her. His kiss swollen lips parted, a softer moan of exhaustion as he pushed himself inside her as deep as he could, smothering her in a kiss as he moaned and his body jerked against her. Their bodies were slick together, naked and gleaming in the firelight. They glowed with the sweat of effort and love, limbs tangled together and a writhing mess joined as one.

For a long time, they didn’t speak. They didn’t need to. The conversation with kisses, the gentle caresses of moving hair, and beads of sweat off their faces said enough. They shared the most intimate of moments, post-orgasm and swimming in bliss and oxytocin together with the crackling of the fire close by. They stayed close and kissed tenderly, hands now light and grazing, being held and kissed until he went soft and slipped out of her.

He made quick work of the condom, making it disappear as she laid back and gathered herself for the few moments he was out of sight. He appears again next to her, pen behind his ear and her list in his hand. He was laid out like a centerfold and she mirrored his body language, greedily taking in the lean lines of his body. He was so pale he almost glowed, tattoos patched on his skin and a plethora of curls starting lightly on his chest and gaining force as they moved south on his body. He was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.

“I think we can cross these off now.” his voice is slightly raspy, deeper than normal. The calm between them now was thick and heavy like a good blanket. She hummed in agreement and snuggled up to him. “Have amazing sex.” he grinned, his smile lines deep and showing off his cheekbones. “And fall in love with the coolest fuckin’ guy ever.” he scribbles and dots the paper so hard he stabs through it. She kissed his chest, face snuggling up into it.

“I saw we burn it now.” she adds softly, the tiredness heavy on her voice.

“A little arson to finish off the night?” he kisses her forehead.

“I know how to party.” she mumbles and it makes him laugh.

“I don’t think you want to get out of the van, do you party animal?”

“Nope.” he very happily says, putting her arms around him. “C’mon I’m gonna get cold.” she pouts.

“Can’t have that.” he says in a serious tone and works on folding the list into a paper airplane. “You think it’ll make it?”

“I’m feeling optimistic,” she says moving to look to the fire as he sits up and throws the plane. Luckily the fire wasn’t far and drifted into a flame and got sucked in easily. “It is done.” she says clapping her hands and holding her arms out. “So am I.” she collapses back down to the mattress.

“You gonna call it an early night?”

“No thanks to you.” she smiles as he moves to get her a pillow and fluff out some blankets. They drift over them softly as she puts her head onto a pillow that smells like him and hums contently. ”This is perfect.” she chirps like a little bird, getting pulled into his arms. “Fuck this is nice.” she groans, making him laugh as he got her settled in against him.

“It is.” she sighs and kisses her head. “This whole day was.” his voice gets quieter, softer as she burrowed against him. The skin-to-skin contact was needed, she only wanted more of him now that she had him to herself.

“Night too. Especially.” she smiles with shut eyes.

“I don’t think it could’ve gone much better.” he finally relaxes all his muscles letting the weight of his arm fall on her. “You were…” he hums happily and it gets a giggle from her.

“Me? You made it so good, baby.” she looks up to him to show her sincerity. “If I hadn’t loved you before I sure as hell would now.”

“Maybe love you more now? Is that bad to say? We just worked so damn good together.”

“Nah. Not bad. I feel the same way. You wore me out. I’ve never felt this tired and also happy before. And I just want more of you. The more I get the more I want.” she kissed him softly before returning to the comfort of his chest.

“You can have all you want. I’m yours.” he kissed her cheek and let his face snuggle into her hair, breathing her in, still smelling candy-sweet from her perfume.

“Mmm. I’ll never get tired of hearing that.” she kissed whatever bare skin was closest to her lips. “I love you, Eddie. Like, a lot.” she sighed out before a yawn took her.

“I love you too. Maybe more?” he smiled with closed eyes.

“We can fight about it tomorrow, kay?” she pats his side.

“We can fight about it forever if you want.” he kissed her head and curled himself around her. With the warmth in his chest and her a snuggled bunny against him in his arms, he did let himself be an optimistic fool in love and entertain the thought they could be lucky enough to get to argue about who loved the other more forever.

Epilogue -

Cherry rushed into her room, back from the weekend with Eddie and bursting at the seams with feelings about it all. She tossed her bag to the floor and shut her bedroom door, she plopped onto her bed and grabbed her phone, dialing a number she recently memorized.

“Hello?”

“Yeah, Donna?” Cherry greeted.

“Cherry? Hey! How’d it go?” she said excitedly.

“You know how you told me to tell you about it if me n Eddie ever…”

“Uh-huh.” she hears Donna laugh on the other end.

“Girl, have I got some stories for you.”

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