[ unlike some people, apparently, julie was well aware the attraction between them was mutual, she just always figured eddie had similar reservations about it. it's not like there aren't a bunch of reasons she could point out that following through on this is a bad idea, even if crazily enough it's hard to pull those up in her mind right now. she just looks at that dumb look on his face and thinks about kissing him again, and again. as many times as it takes to get it through that helmet of curls that this really shouldn't be a surprise. ]
[ she strokes her thumb along his jaw almost in response to the one behind her ear, abd when he says not to hold back she gets about as far as a raised eyebrow and 'probably--' before she's being kissed again. which is probably for the best rather than letting her keep talking. ]
[ she does, however, use the grip she has on his jacket to tug him closer with a quiet, satisfied noise. ]
[ oh there are dozens of reasons why getting involved with julie is probably, definitely, one of his worse ideas, but here's the thing: what's the worst that could happen at this point? she kills him? like she doesn't already do that on the regular. she rejects him? really not the worst that could happen to him. if eddie has learned anything between dying in the middle of the street in the upside down and waking up here, it's that life is fucking short and stupid and sometimes you just gotta kiss the girl and suffer whatever consequences may or may not come of it.
so far though, it seems pretty fucking nice. all of his blood is still on the inside, and julie's lips are soft and her hair feels nice threaded between his fingers and if he's gonna get brutally murdered over and over every night by one of like - fifty fucking people, he might as well get to make out a little with a super hot, super smart, super strong girl that steals his cigarettes and introduces him to new music and makes him dumb fucking shirts as an inside joke. you know, as a treat.
whatever that sound is that julie makes, eddie feels like he can almost taste it, like if he just tries hard enough he can find it somewhere in between the vague hint of tobacco and artificial mint. he tilts his head a little, chases that note with a tentative press of his tongue at the seam of her lips. snakes an arm low around her back and shifts his weight backwards off of his knees and onto his ass, dragging her with him. ]
[ no need to ask her twice. julie follows his movements and pulls herself forward with him until she's seated snug in his lap, as close as she can get. it feels a little like taking a joyride at full speed, ignoring every warning sign on the way without a care for even so much as belting up. julie opens her mouth like it's an invitation and deepens the kiss like she has to grab on to everything in this moment that she possibly can. ]
[ truthfully, she's still holding back at least a little, but he doesn't need to know that. doesn't need to know how accurate it is when he called her insane, because now that she's actually kissing him it's really fucking hard for julie to slow down. to stop herself thinking about how she wants to claim every noise and breath and dumb little face he makes and hoard them all like they're things she can swallow and keep in her chest. how she wants to see what he looks like when he's inside her so she can memorize it, paint it inside her eyelids like a chapel ceiling. ]
[ and then there's the part of her who just wants to get up and run back to ormond because he's already seen way too much of her and this feels like crossing a line that gives him access to pieces of herself she only shares with a select few. because eddie has this way of just barrelling through every wall she puts up like it's a boarded over door in dead dawg and it's kind of infuriating and terrifying in equal measures. ]
[ julie wraps her arms around eddie's shoulders, keeps her body flush against his. if she's gonna go fucking insane over this she might as well try to enjoy it first. ]
[ the weight of her in his lap plucks at something in eddie's brain, sparks something hot in his stomach. it makes him feel a little insane himself, because realistically, this is not somewhere he imagined he'd ever be. though about it, sure, definitely. daydreamed about what the inside of her mouth tastes like, what her hair would feel like tangled up around his fingers, what her pulse would feel like under the flat of his tongue, and now - now this.
now he's got julie fully settled in his lap, body flush with his, and he doesn't have to wonder what she tastes like because it's right there like a fucking invitation and eddie's not strong enough to turn it down. doesn't fucking want to, because what idiot would? his fingers drag against her nape, grip a little at her hair as he tilts his head and licks into her mouth, and the low note he almost sighs into her mouth escapes him unintentionally.
when it comes to imagination, eddie's is pretty limitless, but admittedly his idle daydreams fall pretty fucking short of the real thing. there has to be a catch, but whatever it is, eddie can't bring himself to care about whatever it is in the slightest, not when he's busy working a hand under the back of her shirt. ]
[ julie practically chases after that sound like she could wrap her tongue around it and taste it, feel the texture of it. she leans her weight harder against eddie, into the kiss, trying to get closer or deeper or whatever the fuck as if either is even possible right now. ]
[ her hand finds the back of his head, fingers twitching against his skull as julie wrestles with the twin feelings that this is better than anything she expected and yet, also, not enough. back arching at the touch of eddie's hand and she sighs her own small, pleased noise into his mouth. ]
[ julie's skin is hot under his palm, warmer than he expects because he's already forgotten that she just ran like half a marathon with his stupid ass draped over her shoulder like he weighs nothing - but he likes it. the heat, the smoothness of her skin, the way her spine bows under his hand and how it only brings her closer to him. like there's even any more fucking room between them to slide into.
that soft little sound feels like it melts in his mouth, taste likes something he couldn't put a name to if he tried, but he swallows it like he can keep it safe. flattens his hand and drags his palm up her back, shirt bunching up around his forearm, his rings scraping slightly.
the way julie fits in his lap is - dangerous. it's a problem, actually, or it's about to become one if eddie doesn't do something about it. but instead of gently easing her backwards and slowing this down, eddie slides his hand back down to the bottom of her spine, shifts his grip to her hip, and tugs gently, subtly and silently encouraging her to grind a little. ]
[ she doesn't really need the encouragement, barely even needs permission. there's a sensible part of her mind saying that at the very least she should get up and drag his ass back to ormond if this is what they're gonna do, but julie shifts her weight-- rolls her hips down experimentally against eddie's and that shuts up any thoughts in her head real quick. it makes her breath catch in her throat, sends a shiver up her spine that feels electric, fizzles out and buzzes under her skin. ]
[ julie balls her hand into a fist in his hair, testing the waters a little when she bites at his lower lip and soothes it with her tongue, kisses him hungry and messy because that's about how she's feeling right now. months of holding herself back and keeping herself in check all tumbling over and leaving her more instinct-driven than she tends to be about this sort of thing. chasing whatever sensation feels best in the moment without any thought for what's next. ]
[ it isn't eddie's first foray into fooling around in the woods - harrington's not the only one who knows about skull rock, and it's a miracle they never ran into each other, though eddie assumes steve was probably a much more frequent visitor than he ever was - so it doesn't really occur to him that they should maybe take this elsewhere. to be fair, he doesn't really have much of an "elsewhere" - it's not like he can just waltz back to camp with a legion in tow and pick a corner. there's too many people around for that, for one, and he's fairly certain it would be at least a little bit frowned upon to be fraternizing with "the enemy". ormond doesn't really cross his mind, mostly because it's not his place to go back to.
and his mind is busy with other things anyway, like julie rolling her hips down into his, and that little stutter in her breath. he's half hard in his jeans and even just that little bit of friction is slightly maddening. eddie pants a quiet ah, shit against her mouth, fingers flexing against her hip when she buries her fist in his hair and bites at his lip, a deep, appreciative sound catching at the back of his throat.
julie's going to kill him, though he can't say he wouldn't prefer to be taken out this way over a knife in the chest. eddie's so into her it's stupid, but now that the floodgates have been opened, now that he's allowed to kiss her - now that he knows what she tastes like after having thought about it for what feels like an eternity, now that he knows that her hair is soft but her skin is softer, he thinks - it doesn't really matter what happens. as far as he's concerned, this is maybe the best thing that's happened to him since —
hell, he doesn't even know since when.
but it's not enough. or, it is enough, but right now it doesn't feel like it. there's still that needling desire to be closer to her even though they're about as close as they can get like this. as julie kisses him, eddie surges a little without warning, leaning up to get at her mouth, just as hungry and as messy. the hand at her hip moves; he wraps his arm around her lower back, shifts his weight - picks her up and twists the both of them, and not-so-gracefully lays her out on the forest floor, where he immediately fits himself between her knees.
but eddie hovers. he braces his weight on one forearm in the dirt up near julie's head, leans down to keep kissing her, but his other hand - his other hand finds her knee and slides from there down to about midway down the inside of her thigh. ]
[ a quietly surprised "what--" slips out of julie when eddie picks her up, turns into a laugh when her back's on the ground — short, breathy, fond. she's not really one to let someone just pick her up and move her, not without significant input on her part, but julie's so astonished by eddie having the balls to just do it that she's not even mad about it. ]
[ though she does nip at his bottom lip again when eddie's back in kissing range, harder this time, just as a way of telling him off. ]
[ that aside though, julie has few complaints, the list getting significantly shorter when she shimmies a little to get comfortable on the ground, hitches the thigh without a hand on it up at eddie's hip. gets about as far with 'getting comfortable' as unzipping her hoodie before she decides a better place for her hands is sliding them under eddie's shirt, around his sides and up his back. palms flat and fingers splayed out over his skin like she's trying to touch as much of him as possible. ]
[ the sharp nip at his lip stings a little, but eddie likes it, as evidenced by the low, pleased little laugh that he hides in her mouth. he feels... obsessed, and in some corner of his mind he knows that's dangerous, but between hawkins and here, eddie's life feels like it's been one giant risk for who knows how long anymore - so what's one more?
but his thoughts are elsewhere. on julie, and the metallic buzz of a zipper as she opens up her hoodie, the solid, warm weight of her thigh up over his hip, the slide of her palms under his shirt—
it's very brief, very blink-and-you'll-miss it, but there's a quick moment in which eddie pauses. he doesn't flinch or pull away, but his inhales sharpens a little and the hand on her thigh stills just for that one tick of a second when her hands splay over his sides, drift over the spread of welted scar tissue mapped across his torso. eddie's not terribly insecure about his body and the way it looks now, after the number the demobats did to him, but he knows it's ugly. he knows no one else knows about it, except maybe harrington. maybe buckley, too.
but it's fine. the moment is fleeting, and eddie pushes forward, sinks a little closer to julie, slides the hand on her thigh further up, his thumb following along the inseam of her jeans. he buries his face against the side of her neck, finds her pulse with his mouth and presses the flat of his tongue over it like he can measure her heartbeat that way, the way he's thought about doing too many times before now.
when he runs out of thigh and can go no higher, eddie turns his hand, presses three of his fingers between her legs and moves them slowly, just once, rubbing her over her jeans. ]
[ of course she's seen the hint of scars every now and then — peeking out from his collar, under his shirt — but it's not like julie's ever been in a position to investigate. just kind of assumed that he ate shit a couple of times because it's eddie, of course he would. but the scarring is way more extensive than she would've imagined and her fingers travel up the edges of what she can feel of it, following the bumps and jagged edges around to his side. her other hand finding its place between his shoulders. ]
[ she wonders what happened, wonders if it's even okay to ask, but doesn't exactly have much mental real estate to spare to that consideration right now. ]
[ she turns her head, looking for him, but stops with another hitched breath at his mouth on her neck, tilting her head a little to encourage him. gasps softly at the press of his fingers and bites her lip, spreading her legs just a little more for him and rolls her hips down against his hand in response. ]
[ in between that tiny little gasp and the way julie parts her legs a little more to make room for him, it's absolutely wild that eddie has even a shred of decency left in him - but that's just eddie, and as much as he would like to get julie off in the middle of the fucking woods, even he's smart enough to know that there are safer places. julie might be an expert at what she does, she might be fast an always armed, but second to screwing around in another killer's territory, the woods are probably one of the most dangerous places to be caught off your guard.
and, you know. julie kinda deserves better than a forest floor.
so just short of biting a mark into the side of her throat, eddie withdraws only far enough to pant a hot, quiet breath against her neck, his fingers firm where they're still between her legs, encouraging her to keep grinding. ]
Is, uh - [ he kisses his way up the side of her neck, gently scrapes his teeth against the skin just below her ear, and when he speaks, his voice is low and quiet and gravelly at the edges. ] S'anyone at the lodge?
[ it's a good thing eddie says something, especially if the way one of julie's hands finds its way to his waistband is anything to judge by, thumb pressed to the button on his jeans like she's looking for the right angle to pop them open. she's obviously not thinking about what a poor decision it is to get up to this on the ground in the woods. ]
[ she keeps her hips pressed to his fingers, bites her lip on a quiet moan that wants to slip out and lets it taper into a shaky breath at the way he scrapes his teeth over her skin. immediately encouraging in the way she tilts her head that little bit more for him. ]
[ it takes her a second to parse the question, and when she does her voice is coarse, a little husky. ]
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[ she strokes her thumb along his jaw almost in response to the one behind her ear, abd when he says not to hold back she gets about as far as a raised eyebrow and 'probably--' before she's being kissed again. which is probably for the best rather than letting her keep talking. ]
[ she does, however, use the grip she has on his jacket to tug him closer with a quiet, satisfied noise. ]
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so far though, it seems pretty fucking nice. all of his blood is still on the inside, and julie's lips are soft and her hair feels nice threaded between his fingers and if he's gonna get brutally murdered over and over every night by one of like - fifty fucking people, he might as well get to make out a little with a super hot, super smart, super strong girl that steals his cigarettes and introduces him to new music and makes him dumb fucking shirts as an inside joke. you know, as a treat.
whatever that sound is that julie makes, eddie feels like he can almost taste it, like if he just tries hard enough he can find it somewhere in between the vague hint of tobacco and artificial mint. he tilts his head a little, chases that note with a tentative press of his tongue at the seam of her lips. snakes an arm low around her back and shifts his weight backwards off of his knees and onto his ass, dragging her with him. ]
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[ truthfully, she's still holding back at least a little, but he doesn't need to know that. doesn't need to know how accurate it is when he called her insane, because now that she's actually kissing him it's really fucking hard for julie to slow down. to stop herself thinking about how she wants to claim every noise and breath and dumb little face he makes and hoard them all like they're things she can swallow and keep in her chest. how she wants to see what he looks like when he's inside her so she can memorize it, paint it inside her eyelids like a chapel ceiling. ]
[ and then there's the part of her who just wants to get up and run back to ormond because he's already seen way too much of her and this feels like crossing a line that gives him access to pieces of herself she only shares with a select few. because eddie has this way of just barrelling through every wall she puts up like it's a boarded over door in dead dawg and it's kind of infuriating and terrifying in equal measures. ]
[ julie wraps her arms around eddie's shoulders, keeps her body flush against his. if she's gonna go fucking insane over this she might as well try to enjoy it first. ]
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now he's got julie fully settled in his lap, body flush with his, and he doesn't have to wonder what she tastes like because it's right there like a fucking invitation and eddie's not strong enough to turn it down. doesn't fucking want to, because what idiot would? his fingers drag against her nape, grip a little at her hair as he tilts his head and licks into her mouth, and the low note he almost sighs into her mouth escapes him unintentionally.
when it comes to imagination, eddie's is pretty limitless, but admittedly his idle daydreams fall pretty fucking short of the real thing. there has to be a catch, but whatever it is, eddie can't bring himself to care about whatever it is in the slightest, not when he's busy working a hand under the back of her shirt. ]
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[ her hand finds the back of his head, fingers twitching against his skull as julie wrestles with the twin feelings that this is better than anything she expected and yet, also, not enough. back arching at the touch of eddie's hand and she sighs her own small, pleased noise into his mouth. ]
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that soft little sound feels like it melts in his mouth, taste likes something he couldn't put a name to if he tried, but he swallows it like he can keep it safe. flattens his hand and drags his palm up her back, shirt bunching up around his forearm, his rings scraping slightly.
the way julie fits in his lap is - dangerous. it's a problem, actually, or it's about to become one if eddie doesn't do something about it. but instead of gently easing her backwards and slowing this down, eddie slides his hand back down to the bottom of her spine, shifts his grip to her hip, and tugs gently, subtly and silently encouraging her to grind a little. ]
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[ julie balls her hand into a fist in his hair, testing the waters a little when she bites at his lower lip and soothes it with her tongue, kisses him hungry and messy because that's about how she's feeling right now. months of holding herself back and keeping herself in check all tumbling over and leaving her more instinct-driven than she tends to be about this sort of thing. chasing whatever sensation feels best in the moment without any thought for what's next. ]
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and his mind is busy with other things anyway, like julie rolling her hips down into his, and that little stutter in her breath. he's half hard in his jeans and even just that little bit of friction is slightly maddening. eddie pants a quiet ah, shit against her mouth, fingers flexing against her hip when she buries her fist in his hair and bites at his lip, a deep, appreciative sound catching at the back of his throat.
julie's going to kill him, though he can't say he wouldn't prefer to be taken out this way over a knife in the chest. eddie's so into her it's stupid, but now that the floodgates have been opened, now that he's allowed to kiss her - now that he knows what she tastes like after having thought about it for what feels like an eternity, now that he knows that her hair is soft but her skin is softer, he thinks - it doesn't really matter what happens. as far as he's concerned, this is maybe the best thing that's happened to him since —
hell, he doesn't even know since when.
but it's not enough. or, it is enough, but right now it doesn't feel like it. there's still that needling desire to be closer to her even though they're about as close as they can get like this. as julie kisses him, eddie surges a little without warning, leaning up to get at her mouth, just as hungry and as messy. the hand at her hip moves; he wraps his arm around her lower back, shifts his weight - picks her up and twists the both of them, and not-so-gracefully lays her out on the forest floor, where he immediately fits himself between her knees.
but eddie hovers. he braces his weight on one forearm in the dirt up near julie's head, leans down to keep kissing her, but his other hand - his other hand finds her knee and slides from there down to about midway down the inside of her thigh. ]
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[ though she does nip at his bottom lip again when eddie's back in kissing range, harder this time, just as a way of telling him off. ]
[ that aside though, julie has few complaints, the list getting significantly shorter when she shimmies a little to get comfortable on the ground, hitches the thigh without a hand on it up at eddie's hip. gets about as far with 'getting comfortable' as unzipping her hoodie before she decides a better place for her hands is sliding them under eddie's shirt, around his sides and up his back. palms flat and fingers splayed out over his skin like she's trying to touch as much of him as possible. ]
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but his thoughts are elsewhere. on julie, and the metallic buzz of a zipper as she opens up her hoodie, the solid, warm weight of her thigh up over his hip, the slide of her palms under his shirt—
it's very brief, very blink-and-you'll-miss it, but there's a quick moment in which eddie pauses. he doesn't flinch or pull away, but his inhales sharpens a little and the hand on her thigh stills just for that one tick of a second when her hands splay over his sides, drift over the spread of welted scar tissue mapped across his torso. eddie's not terribly insecure about his body and the way it looks now, after the number the demobats did to him, but he knows it's ugly. he knows no one else knows about it, except maybe harrington. maybe buckley, too.
but it's fine. the moment is fleeting, and eddie pushes forward, sinks a little closer to julie, slides the hand on her thigh further up, his thumb following along the inseam of her jeans. he buries his face against the side of her neck, finds her pulse with his mouth and presses the flat of his tongue over it like he can measure her heartbeat that way, the way he's thought about doing too many times before now.
when he runs out of thigh and can go no higher, eddie turns his hand, presses three of his fingers between her legs and moves them slowly, just once, rubbing her over her jeans. ]
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[ she wonders what happened, wonders if it's even okay to ask, but doesn't exactly have much mental real estate to spare to that consideration right now. ]
[ she turns her head, looking for him, but stops with another hitched breath at his mouth on her neck, tilting her head a little to encourage him. gasps softly at the press of his fingers and bites her lip, spreading her legs just a little more for him and rolls her hips down against his hand in response. ]
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and, you know. julie kinda deserves better than a forest floor.
so just short of biting a mark into the side of her throat, eddie withdraws only far enough to pant a hot, quiet breath against her neck, his fingers firm where they're still between her legs, encouraging her to keep grinding. ]
Is, uh - [ he kisses his way up the side of her neck, gently scrapes his teeth against the skin just below her ear, and when he speaks, his voice is low and quiet and gravelly at the edges. ] S'anyone at the lodge?
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[ she keeps her hips pressed to his fingers, bites her lip on a quiet moan that wants to slip out and lets it taper into a shaky breath at the way he scrapes his teeth over her skin. immediately encouraging in the way she tilts her head that little bit more for him. ]
[ it takes her a second to parse the question, and when she does her voice is coarse, a little husky. ]
I-- I don't think so.