just another day. || eddie munson || COMPLETE

o20 || eddie

After the dinner, Eddie was convinced that there was no woman, more metal than Delilah Henderson. Sure, he was concerned for her, but she took on her father head first with no back ups. She had really cut him down a couple of notches with just her words. He would be lying if he said it didn't intimidate him a little, but he just knew to stay on her good side. The two were driving back to his trailer in almost total silence. Delilah had clothes over there and figured if it was okay with Eddie, that it'd probably be better if she stayed away from her dad another night. Who was he to disagree? Just more time to spend with the eldest Henderson sibling. He wasn't quite sure what to say to her. She didn't seem upset, but she seemed kind of numb. He was certain it was from what her mom had told her. She, in essence, chose Charles over Delilah and it must have stung something awful.

'I'll destroy your fucking life.' Those words continued to ring in his head. If he had been Charles, he would have been shitting his pants over that. Delilah had never looked so cool and calculated. Now here she was, not crying or moping, just somber in his van. As the two pulled up to the trailer, Eddie slammed the van into park before glancing over at her. Her makeup was still flawless and a tear hadn't touched her eyes. This was definitely a different Delilah from the sobbing one on his couch from yesterday. Not that he minded either one, this one was just a little hard core. He wasn't sure what to say to her, so the two hopped out and headed inside.

Eddie kicked off his boots and Delilah began to unlace her vans. His uncle was at work by that time, but he had noted that he didn't mind how long Delilah stayed. He had mentioned something about Charles seeming like a prick so he couldn't blame her if she didn't want to be home right now. He was a pretty understanding guy, hell he had taken him in when he needed somewhere to go.

"So uh . . . do you wanna watch a movie or smoke up?" He asked, trying to break the silence between the two of them.

"Nah, I need to shower," Finally she spoke words. Once she had successfully gotten her vans kicked off her feet, she made her way towards Eddie who was lingering in the hallway in between the living room and to his room.

"Oh okay, yeah I'll grab you a towel," He spoke, but before he could move, she was on him.

His eyes widened as her lips pressed against his softly. He wasn't expecting anything like that, but his hands naturally drifted to her cheeks. The kiss increased in ferocity however, as she worked her lips against his roughly. His hands gradually moved down to her shoulders when he realized that hers were snaking up under his leather jacket. He allowed her to slide it off his arms as it made a thud on the ground. His head was spinning because the next thing she went for was his shirt. He desperately wanted to understand why she was kissing him like this in a time like this, but he felt like he didn't want to complain. The two had definitely slowed down since his virgin reveal, but he had almost missed the pace they had been going at. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted Delilah to be his first. As embarrassing as that thought was to him. He hadn't felt this way about someone in a long time and if he could get up the gumption, he was sure that he could lose it to her.

By the way she was kissing him, he couldn't help but wonder if that was what she was going for right now. She slid his shirt over his head and that also was sent to the floor in a heap. He wanted to break the kiss for a moment to catch his breath, but that was when he felt her tongue slide against his. His head swelled with pleasure as he pulled her roughly against him. The two began walking, him backwards down the hall until they reached the bathroom. HIs hands began to get tangled in her pigtails before she shoved him against the wall. She looked him up and down like an animal ready to strike and he felt suddenly exposed. His bare chest held only cheap tattoos and his guitar pick necklace. He watched her carefully, trying to catch his breath as she began to slide off her jeans. She stepped out of them and he couldn't help but glance at her lacy, black, panties.