chapter three

     fridays

CASSANDRA HASTILY APPLIED blush to her cheeks as her outfit choices laid, waiting, on her bed. She kept checking the clock as time kept moving on with each movement of the minute hand. The party started without her as she played catch up, weighing between a leather and a jean skirt. She eventually tossed them both back into her closet and brought out a dark blue tight mini dress and laid it on her bed and then tossed a pair of brown leather knee high boots at it and tights. She then rummaged around in the back of her closet and found the brown shoe box that she was looking for. She opened it and a few pieces of lacy lingerie flew out. She'd had a few pieces before Eddie, but after it became a regular thing, she learned his favorite colors and would from a catalogue. 

She settled on on a black set with a garter belt that showed off her legs nicely. She turned on the radio once she had her bra on and smiled as she danced to her bed and held up her dress and swung it around before slipping into it and struggled, but inevitably succeeded to zip it up in the back. It fit well over the lingerie—the thicker material hiding the grooves of the lace. She traded her tights for stockings and attached them to the garters before pulling on her brown boots. She sat back down at her bright, glistening vanity and pulled out her curlers, revealing the heatless blowout that she'd achieved. Teasing out her hair to add more volume and making sure it was even, she added the finishing touches to her makeup while she waited for Billy. 

Soon enough, she heard a honk from the driveway and squealed excitedly. Giving herself one more look in the mirror, she turned off the lights and ran out of her room, down the stairs and out of the door, locking it with the spare key. Music was blaring from the car, making the light of the room next to her father's office flip on. She could feel him watching as she stepped into the car and gave Billy and quick kiss on the cheek, but her excitement stopped her from caring. He pulled out abruptly, lit a cigarette, turned the music up and sped down the hill. 

As he drove, Cassandra tapped her fingers to the beat on the outside of his car, looking over at him ever so often. His hand found its way to her thigh and he squeezed it gently as he ran a red. They were there in record time and Cassandra grinned as she stepped out of the car with the help of Billy's arm. She squealed and waved to some of her friends as Billy trailed her into the party. It didn't even matter if the basketball team had won or not—Hawkins was going to party like they did. Cassandra quickly made contact with Natalie and her iconic red party shoes and squealed with her as they looked back at Billy.

"You can see his abs through his white shirt," Natalie moaned as she stared at him. "You lucky bitch!"

"He had his hand on my thigh during the drive."

Natalie gasped and chuckled in surprise. "You're so bad."

A grin formed on Cassandra's face as she stared at the girl in front of her. "You have no idea."

Natalie rolled her eyes, thinking it was a joke, took Cassandra's hand and lead her into Tommy's house. Billy's eyes trailed her as he talked with a few boys from the basketball team outside. He licked his lips, trailing his eyes over her body before excusing himself and jogging up to the girls and throwing an arm around Cassandra's shoulders.

"Let me get you a drink." He started to walk backwards in front of the two girls. "Anything you want and I'll make it."

"Find it, more like," Natalie grumbled as she eyed the boy suspiciously. "I'm getting her one."

"Come on, Natalie, don't be such a spoil sport, Jesus. Right Cassandra?" Stephanie slurred from behind Billy. 

"It's tradition, Steph, you know that." Cassandra glared at the girl. "Natalie and I always get each other's first drinks."

"Yeah because your sister got it in your head that boys poison them or something. Billy wouldn't do that, would you?"

Billy looked at her innocently and placed his hands together in prayer. "I'm an angel, Cass—"

"Don't call me Cass." 

"Yeah she really hates it when people do," Natalie added.

Billy slid Natalie a look before looking back at Cassandra devilishly. "I'm just as good as you, Saint Cassandra." 

"I'd hope not," Cassandra snorted. She took Natalie's hand and dragged her away, towards the drinks table. 

Stephanie kept her eyes on Billy as his eyes trailed her. 

"Hey so—"

"Save it."

She pouted, but retreated back to the boy toy that she'd brought with her. Billy trailed the girls for a while, but got distracted quickly by a blonde that he hadn't noticed before. Meanwhile, Cassandra giggled in the corner with Natalie as they swapped drinks and giggled about boys and the celebrities they wish they looked like.

"You cannot tell me that Bruce Springsteen isn't the most gorgeous man you've ever seen!"

Natalie laughed into her cup, her eyes watering. "Explains Billy then." Cassandra gave her a funny look. "Oh come on! The denim on denim! The longer hair! The muscles!"

"All he needs are a couple of bandanas, something nerdy and a little more leather." 

"And amazing guitar skills."

"And amazing guitar skills."

Natalie giggled as the alcohol hit her harder than Cassandra, wiping away tears. The girls stopped talking and stared at each other momentarily. Cassandra admired Natalie's lipstick—a bright pink that brought watermelon and perfect summers to mind and Natalie admired Cassandra's. But, a hand clapping on Cassandra's shoulder grabbed both of their attentions towards Billy Hargrove. 

"Let's dance, Clark."

"Oh . . . uh . . ."

"You can't say no, pretty girl." He grinned as he pulled her by both of her hands. "I won't take it for an answer."

Cassandra smiled tightly, but let herself get lost in the music that played throughout the house—Billy's hands on her hips and his mouth by her ear. Her hips moved along with the music until Billy spun her around to face him, his eyes were dark and held expectation. He spun her and then pulled her back in, leaning in for a kiss, but someone called her name and she turned her head, making his lips plant on her cheek. 

She blushed in surprise and turned to face him with a wide grin. "Billy," she bit her lip as she grinned up at him with adoration. She leaned up and kissed him sweetly on the cheek before pulling away and looking for who had called her name. She spotted Natalie near the top of the stairs to the bedrooms holding a sobbing Tammy. "Shit. Girl stuff. I'll be back."

"Come on!" Billy groaned, but she only sent him an apologetic look as she scurried over to the stairs, checking the time in the process. It was late and she wasn't sure if Eddie would wait if it got too much later. 

"Tam, what happened?" Cassandra asked as she ran up the stairs. 

"He . . . he was kissing another girl," Tammy sobbed as she held her head in her hands.

"And who was it?" Cassandra asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Cassandra—" Natalie protested.

Tammy only pointed towards a girl with auburn hair. Cassandra distinctly remembered her as Carol Perkins—Tommy's sometimes girlfriend. And there she was, sucking the face off of the blonde that Tammy had arrived with. Cassandra rolled her eyes, trotted down the stairs and stood behind the two of them, tapping her foot, making them both whip around.

"Done yet?"

"Cassandra—" Carol pulled away and drunkenly reached towards Cassandra with a wry smile.

Cassandra took a step back with crossed arms. "Save it, you back stabbing bitch."

"Cassandra, what the hell—"

"You knew that he came with Tammy and yet—"

"Woah woah woah. I am not owned by anyone," the blonde interjected.

She turned towards him with crazy eyes. "I'm sorry. Did I say you could speak?"

"Uh—"

"The answer you're looking for is 'no', so I don't understand why there's noise coming from your direction." 

"Cassandra, don't be such a—" Carol protested. 

"In case both of you fucking forgot, one: I rule this high school and I will not hesitate to decimate either of your social lives if it comes to it and two: my father owns just about half of this town and the other half owes him money, so I will not hesitate to drag your family down with you."

"Chill out—"

"Carol, go fuck yourself and go back to Tommy." Carol glared at her, but did as she said. Cassandra turned towards the blonde boy next with a once over. "Now, you're going to take your off brand Rob Lowe tank top over to the stairs and beg for Tammy's mercy on your hands and knees."

"But—"

"Hands and knees." She sent him one more ice cold glare before he retreated to the stairs, where a sobbing Tammy awaited. She looked up to check the clock once more and sauntered out of the party, gripping her body as the new autumn air started streaming in. She couldn't find anyone leaving her to give her a ride to near, but not too close to the trailer park, so she unzipped her boots and started on the pavement. 

She counted her steps as she tried to shove the empty, eerie feeling of the deserted, quiet town out of her mind as the shadows claimed their territory in the daily nightly frolic. She skipped steps and timed the green lights in her head as she walked, her boots swinging in one hand. She reached her usual impasse much more quickly than she normally did, motivated by the time away. Once she reached the gates to the trailer park, she slipped on her boots and kept walking. 

As she got closer, she could faintly hear the sound of his guitar. Once she reached view of his trailer, she saw his bedroom light on and the way he laid on his bed, figuring out the guitar. She froze and stared at the way his fingers moved, the way he furrowed his brow when he concentrated, the way his hair fell. A breeze moved her hair as she stared at him, clutching her body. But, rustling in the woods behind her snapped her out of her trance, onto the steps of the trailer and knocking on his door. The guitar abruptly stopped and she heard him approaching and unlocking the door. 

He swung it open and grinned when he saw who it was. He left the door, walking back into the trailer, making her scurry in and shut the door quickly behind her, locking it. 

"Thought you'd never come." Eddie sat down on the couch, his hair flying and his arms on his knees. 

"Sorry. Tammy's date was kissing Carol Perkins, so it turned into a whole thing."

"Goddamn. What's this? Her fourth boyfriend of 1985?"

Cassandra leaned against the wall at the entrance to the little sitting area, opposite Eddie. "She thinks she dates all of them. And it's six, she dated two more while I was gone." 

"And how many have you dated?" Eddie raised an eyebrow with a teasing smile.

"None, as far as I'm concerned. Though, some—"

"Ah, but you wish Steve Harrington would give a damn about you."

"But he has the Wheeler girl now."

"Didn't he do the whole slut shaming last year?"

"Yeah, it's a weird relationship. I don't think they're going to last." 

Eddie raised an eyebrow. "And why's that."

"She acts like she's thirty and he acts like he's ten." 

"Well then you probably wouldn't like him either." Eddie sat back and smirked at her.

Cassandra scoffed and rolled her eyes. "I'd still date him."

"Damn . . . I can't believe Steve Harrington would put me out of a job."

Cassandra chuckled and leaned her head against the wall. "Yeah watch out." 

Eddie couldn't tear his eyes away from her as he stood up and strode over to to where she was standing. His hand gently grabbed her chin and brought her down to look at him as he came dangerously close. "But not yet." He leaned in and pressed a sweet, sultry kiss to her lips that made her gasp and heat to spring throughout her body. But, he pulled away all to soon as her lips begged, itched, for his again, but he only looked at her with teasing eyes. "Got to give you something to miss then, don't I?" 

She pressed her lips together and merely nodded. Her eyes were big and her pupils were dialed as she looked up at him through her lashes. He chuckled darkly, grabbed her hand and lead her over to his bedroom. She had to stifle her smile as she followed him, her body immediately being thrown against the wall once he closed the door. 

His lips connected with hers once more feverishly. His hands held the sides of her face and hers made their way to the rim of his shirt and his belt. Her fingers searched and found the chain connected to his belt and pulled him closer to her, making him have to stifle a moan and pull away slightly. "My my. Desperate, are we? I thought I was just the placeholder for Harrington."

"Jesus, Eddie," Cassandra whimpered as he dipped down and attached his lips to her neck, making her moan and him smirk against her neck. He moved further down her neck in order to make a mark, so it was easier to cover up. She gasped as he sucked near her collar bone. He smirked in victory and moved over to a spot near it and started to suck again. She bit her lip as her fingers started to undo his belt. 

He tried to push her away as he pulled away from her neck and shook his head. "You first."

She smiled sweetly and tilted her head to the side, unintentionally exposing the marks he'd just made even more. "I made you wait." The sight of her—the innocent gesture within the context—made his body light on fire, his touch burning her as he captured her lips into another sweet kiss. She started to lift up his shirt and he helped her lift it over his head, making them separate for a moment. Their shooting stars collided back together as they both chuckled into it. 

Cassandra couldn't stop laughing as she pulled away and leaned down to unzip her boots and take off her socks. Eddie crossed his arms as he watched her. "Let me help you." She nodded and turned around, her hair raising and the anticipation building inside her as he slowly dragged the zipper down her back. He paused momentarily at the start of the lacy bra, but kept going until it pooled around her ankles. She didn't feel his touch anymore as she stood, waiting. His lips suddenly lightly kissed her shoulder, making color rush to her cheeks and Cassandra to bite her lip. He stepped forward, wrapped his arms around her waist—her nearly bare back to his bare chest—and he nuzzled his nose into the crook of her neck, kissing it softly. "All of this for me?"

She nodded, swiveled around and captured his lips once more as his hands roamed around her body until both of his hands found the garter belt. He hooked his fingers around the soft fabric and traced down until his hands reached her thighs, making her core pool with excitement. She kissed his cheek, then his neck, then she start down his stomach—one that was toned, but not overly muscular. He tilted his head back and groaned as she did, her warm lips on his body electrifying him. She stopped at his belt once she was fully on her knees and looked back up at him. The fire raged on inside of him as he looked at her. "Fuck, Cass." She only smiled up at him innocently. "You have no idea—" But she quickly unbuckled his belt and softly grabbed his dick. She maintained eye contact with him as she licked a stripe from the base to the tip before taking the tip into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it. He whimpered as his hands gripped her hair softly.

She slowly started bobbing up and down, her saliva mixed with pre-cum acting as lubricant. Slowly, she reached farther and farther down until her gag reflex kicked in, so her fingers curled around the rest and started pumping, making him moan loudly. "Jesus fucking Christ, Cass." She smiled against him slightly as he tried to pull her up by her hair, her chin, her bra lazily. "I want to— I want to taste your— I want to inside of—" but she only shook her head. Her pace picked up as he bit his lip and he stopped trying to stop her, rather resorting to tangle his hands in her hair. She felt his tip fill up and start to spill over as her hand pumped harder. In one guttural moan, he released and his load spilled into her mouth. She kept pumping to ease him, but slid her mouth off with a pop. His cum was salty and slightly sweet as she swallowed it in one go and looked back up at him innocently, while he looked crazed. "Why the fuck—"

She stood up with his help and merely smiled. "You can cum again. I should know." He only stared at her as little beads of sweat glistened near his hairline, but his eyes quickly went dark as he looked at her. "You didn't listen to me," he growled. 

His fire ignited her, melting the Clark steel that held up her backbone and every steeling insult hurled. She burned brightly as she stared at him, backing up as he stalked towards her. Eventually, her legs hit his bed and she plopped down as he stood over her, tilting her head up to look at him. "You didn't listen." He leaned down and captured her lips in a breathless kiss, making her ache when he pulled away once more. "And you're going to pay for it." His voice was low and his words were slow and deliberate.

He leaned her back onto the bed and helped her move up towards the wall. Her head laid on his pillow as he crawled over her and captured her lips once more slowly. He pulled away slowly and dipped down to her neck, making her moan as he sucked more ferociously and farther up. His hands were firmly placed on her waist, but itched to go further down. After a few minutes, he pulled away and admired his work as the red started to flush her neck and the night stars flooded her eyes. He hungrily kissed her lips once more before starting down the same path she'd taken—kissing her collarbone, right below it, then in the valley between her breasts. One of his fingers skimmed underneath the bra as he pulled away. "Does this matter to you?" She only shook her head. "Tell me."

"No," she managed to croak out, "do what you want with it." 

He chuckled. "You'll just get another one with daddy's money." She meekly smiled and shrugged slightly as he pressed a passionate kiss to her lips, making her lean up into him. With his knees steadying him, he wrapped one hand around her waist and lifted her into him and the other rummaged around in the drawer next to them until he smirked victoriously upon finding what he was looking for. With a click, the blade of his steel hand knife revealed itself. He didn't give Cassandra time to react as he reached down and buried the edge of the knife at the center of her bra. He used two fingers as leverage on either side of the blade and he slowly pushed the blade up, slowly tearing the initial fabric. The metal that touched her skin was cool, but sent electricity throughout her body and down to her core. She watched intently as with one push, the center of her bra snapped, revealing her breasts. Eddie smirked as he stared at them, sheathed his knife and placed it on the table next to them.

He voraciously tore the rest of her bra from her body and dipped down to her breasts, sucking the left one while his fingers played with her right nipple. She whimpered as her hands caressed the outside of his hair, trembling. He switched, giving her right breast attention briefly before continuing his journey down her stomach. She breathed heavily and laced her hands in his hair as his lips neared her core. He kissed the little mole that was centered right above her entrance, but pulled away and started to kiss the inside of her thighs, making her pool even more. He pecked the inside of her left thigh until he nearly reached it and then switched sides. She shivered as he finally neared her core and she was surprised he couldn't feel it aching. 

He quickly reached back over to the table, unsheathed his knife once more, looked at her and only upon seeing her nod desperately, did he smirk and bury the edge of the knife into the fabric of her lingerie and rip it in one swoop. Greedily, he sheathed his knife, tossed it and claimed his prize as he dipped down and mirrored her from before—licked from the top to the bottom. She moaned loudly and tugged lightly as his hair as her back started to arch. "All of this for little ole me?" 

She stifled a moan by pressing her lips together as his tongue grazed over her clit, light as a feather—teasing her. He did it once more, except he grazed from her entranced to her clit, ending her over the edge. "Please," she whispered, desperation dripping from her cracking voice, "please, please. Please."

Eddie gulped as he felt himself get hard again, but he continued on his quest and pressed his tongue to her core and swiped up, making her moan loudly and arch her back more. His lips started to suck on her clit as her nails dug into his hair and he inserted two fingers into her and started pumping. "Oh my god," she moaned in a raspy voice. "Please."

He pulled away briefly, making her gasp. "What's my name?"

She whimpered as he started to suck once more, making her softly sob as electricity crackled throughout her body and she was set ablaze. She felt the pressure in her core growing as she grasped for Eddie's hair weakly. She bucked her hips into him as her eyes screwed shut. "Eddie, please." He smirked as he started to pump harder and his change so his lips sucked a wider part of her, making her moan loudly. "Fucking hell Eddie." The pressure on her core was at its breaking point as her entire face screwed up. "Eddie, please let me—"

But, she didn't get to finished her sentence as he abruptly pulled away with a smirk on his face and swollen lips. She desperately tried to reach down and finish herself off, but he caught both of her hands and pinned them above her head. "I told you that I was going to make you pay." 

She whimpered as soft sobs escaped her mouth, looking at him desperately. "Eddie." The Parthenon was crumbling and he was gleefully watching as it bowed to his touch. With one hand still gripped around her wrists, the cool metal rings digging into them slightly, he reached and grabbed the handcuffs that were hanging from his wall. He delicately fastened each of them around her wrists and tied her hands loosely around the bed. 

"I've been telling you one thing and what's that?"

"To listen."

"And what have you not been doing?"

"Eddie," her whispered was barely audible, but it was quiet, so he could even hear the way she breathed. He wordlessly opened his drawer once more and pulled out the little plastic package and slid the condom onto himself. 

He lifted one of her legs over his shoulder and steadied himself at her entrance before looking back up at her with daring eyes.

"This still okay?"

"Just fuck me, Munson." Her voice was desperate and resigned and it drove him completely wild.

He pushed himself into her, making her gasp and settled to give her a moment to adjust. Slowly, he started pushing into her, one of his hands found its way to her clit and the other was securely on her lower stomach, giving him leverage. He picked up the pace, making her moan and spew expletives. He groaned as he leaned in more, allowing her to take more of him as he started to pound into her, making her moans louder. Her breathing become heavier as he leaned over her and attempted to kiss her, but it was too shaky, so he opted for her neck instead. He licked and blew on the existing marks, making her shiver, and make a couple of more that had her nails running down his back—making equally red marks.

"Eddie," she gasped as he picked up the pace once more. He moaned when his name slipped from her lips so easily, so delicately. He loved the way she said his name. Her moans turned to soft sobs as she clawed at his back and arched her own. The pressure built up just the same—pressing on her, keeping her grounded. She could feel the beads of sweat all over his body, meaning he was coming soon. 

She felt him sharply suck in a deep breath as his movements became sloppy and he groaned. "Fuck, Cass. You're so tight." 

His fingers moved sloppily, but more rapidly over her clit as she felt his back muscles tense and then ease, meaning he had come, but he kept pumping inside of her. "Eddie please let me come." She kept whispering "please" as she gasped, reaching her breaking point and making him groan. All at once, she tipped over the edge and gutturally moaned as she arched her back and saw supernovas. The Parthenon finally collapsed as Eddie gazed at the ruined monument. She felt herself pulsing over Eddie as he slowed, but didn't pull out. 

Both of their bodies drenched in sweat, he pressed his body to her own and brought her lips to his lazily and passionately. Their wildfires turned to a simmer as he lazily reached over and unlocked the handcuffs, letting her wrists fall. The handcuffs fell to the ground, but neither of them cared as the wee hours of the night turned on, the clock ticking and the sun slowly turning below the earth. She slowly sat up and looked at him pointedly. "Your uncle?" He merely shook his head, which gave her the go ahead to briefly exit his room and use the bathroom. He turned on his back as he waited for her and couldn't help but smile like a fool at the ceiling. He looked down to where her clothing was strewn and wanted to giggle like a little boy, but he didn't because the walls were thin. 

Eventually, she carefully walked back in and Eddie helped her into the protected corner of his bed. Cassandra felt weak as Eddie snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her towards him, but she still turned over anyway. Their eyes were both dark as they looked at each other intently and she timidly reached up and planted a sultry kiss on his lips. He smiled into it as it became sloppy and she smiled too. She could've kissed him forever, but a great yawn forced her to bury her face into his bare chest and allow her breathing to slow. 

No matter how tired he was, Eddie never failed to stay up a few more minutes than her and watch her emerald eyes flutter and run a hand through her auburn hair—splayed out on one of their pillows. The same hair that burned like the fire in his chest as he slowly blinked once, twice and let sleep overcome him.