[ 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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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.