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⭐️Radio Star⭐️ (part four! I think.)

(TW: THE WORDS “F*AGGOT” (AND “D*KE”? Maybe?) USED IN A POSITIVE WAY, and not censored like that in the actual writing)

(Part one) (part five)

Steve was going to die. He was alone, and it was crowded and cold, and he was actually going to fucking die. His head was spinning, and his hands were shaking, and he had been walking around for hours in this stupid fucking corn maze, and he just wanted to sit down—but he couldn’t find Robin. And that was a problem, because Robin kind of shut down when he wasn’t around, and that really wasn’t a good idea when they were in a public space. (He also kind of shut down when she wasn’t around, which he was doing now, but that's besides the point.)

She should have been easy to spot in a crowd—sort-of-tall, skinny, always wearing yellow sweaters or Steve’s t-shirts and jeans—but he couldn’t find her anywhere, and it didn’t help that his eyes were blurring again.

It also didn’t help that people in face-paint and masks kept jumping out at him, screaming and grabbing him. Were they even allowed to do that? Fuck, he really regretted agreeing come here.

He turned a corner and something latched onto his arm, moving out from between the corn, and Steve fell flat on his ass, sitting on a rock—which, first of all, fucking ow—and now he couldn’t breathe, gasping for air, the palms of his hands stinging from where they scraped against the dirt.

“Shit shit shit—hey, hey…” The person dropped to the ground in front of him, and he could hear the small rock pieces shift beneath their knees as they reached over and grabbed his arms to keep him from tipping over onto his back.

Emptiness was rattling around his lungs, devoid of all air as he tried to pull away from the person, but they placed a hand on his chest and he looked up at their face. Their eyes were brown, and they were searching over his face, their eyebrows pressed together. “Hey. It’s okay, it’s okay. Just breathe.”

They had skull face paint on, black over their thin face, their nose, and their eyes—wait painted over their cheeks and forehead, and there was a bit of paint over their few face piercings, and Steve was too busy choking on nothing to care about staring.

He sucked in a breath, but it snagged in his throat half-way through, making him cough and choke again, and then the person was next to him, one hand on his chest and the other around him. “Fuck, it’s okay, it’s okay…just—deep breaths, okay? Slowly.”

Steve felt himself leaning into their touch, and there were a few other people walking around them in the maze, not even looking down. He felt his breath steady a bit, and a woman in a pink sweater froze, looking over at the person next to him. “Is he okay?”

“Yeah.” The person said, their thumb smoothing over the back of Steve’s shirt. Steve just gave a weak nod and tried to keep his eyes open, even though he felt like sobbing.

Once the woman was gone, he looked Steve over again, before sighing. “It’s Steve, right?”

Steve flinched, looking up, albeit a little—no, fuck it, very much—confused. Some of the guy’s frizzy brown hair was falling out of the loose, low bun, and Steve had the urge to reach over and fix it, but he didn’t. He just sobbed quietly in response, hating the fact that he was now crying.

“Oh, hey, it’s okay.” The guy said quietly, helping Steve to his feet after a kid ran past and nearly tripped over his hand—which, upon Steve glancing down, he noticed was bleeding. Not a lot, it was only a scratch, but it was enough to hurt.

Steve let himself be pulled onto his feet slightly and moved over, the person was holding his hand, and it felt wet between them, Steve's blood probably smeared onto his palm. The sleeve of their brown leather jacket was cold from where it occasionally bumped into Steve’s palm.

It was a bit big on him, covered in pins saying things like: Save water, shower with a friend, Ban The Bra! and I was there: STONEWALL RIOTS.

There were others, but they were small and harder to read.

Steve was too busy staring at the big, metal rings on the guy's hands to realize that they were now out of the maze and in the field.

It felt dry, away from all of the people, and he nearly collapsed onto the grass. “Woah there, sweetheart,” the guy muttered, wrapping his arms around Steve's waist as Steve slumped down, his face pressed into the guy's shoulder. He smelled like cigarettes and lavender.

"Sorry," Steve whispered, but made no attempt to move, this poor stranger holding him up. "What's….?” He trailed off, looking up slightly.

“Eddie.” The guy said, helping Steve sit down on the picnic table. “You don’t remember me, do you?”

“Should I?” Steve suddenly felt guilty, his eyebrows pressed together.

Eddie’s face softened as he shook his head, before promptly falling off of the picnic table and onto the grass, a hand over his heart. Steve scrambled over to help him, but his head spun again. Eddie was already on his feet, anyway, picking leaves out of his hair.

His fingers worked at the bun to take it out, and fuck—was it weird that Steve wanted to touch his hair? Yeah. It probably was. “Are you okay?” Steve said quietly, a startled laugh slipping out when Eddie tried to throw one of the leaves at him, but it fell slowly to the ground a few inches away from his black boots.

Eddie grinned and shook his head, putting his hair back up. “I’m never really okay, sweetheart, but thanks for asking.” He unzipped his jacket, shrugging it off and tossing it over to Steve, who nearly missed grabbing it.

“You looked cold.” Eddie explained shortly, shrugging slightly and pulled the very front strands of his hair out of the bun. Fuck. Steve’s face was bright-fucking-red right about now.

“Thanks.” Steve said, slipping the jacket on. It wasn’t as big on him as it was on Eddie, but the end of the sleeves still fell a bit past his palms. The leather there was worn away slightly, like Eddie rubbed at it a lot.

Steve looked up from it and noticed the tattoos on Eddie’s arms as he pulled off the deep-orange flannel that he must have had on underneath the jacket. Why was that also hot? He tied it around his waist—and fuck, Steve remembered him, now. From the coffee shop last week. Two weeks ago?

“Windsor’s?” He said hesitantly, forcing himself to look back up at Eddie’s eyes and not the barbed wire tattoo that wrapped around his left elbow and disappeared under the sleeve of his Van Halen t-shirt.

“There it is, good boy. I knew it’d come to you eventually.” Eddie said, crossing and arm over his chest and tugging at one of the loose curls that framed his face. Steve really wanted him to take his hair down, but he was too busy trying not to show any reaction to Eddie’s comment. He was so fucking forward. “I mean—who could forget this pretty face, hm?”

Steve laughed quietly and stood up. His vision wasn’t blurry anymore—and it hadn’t been super blurry, like it had been at the coffee shop. Windsor’s, it had been called—and he only remembered the name because Robin kept reminding him of it. Fuck—Robin. He was supposed to be looking for her.

He stood up, glancing back at Eddie. “Sorry about that, you just…look so…”

“Different?” Eddie offered, and Steve nodded, looking around. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Eddie motion to the skull painted over him.

“Yeah, the face-paint will do that t’ya.” He then paused and said hesitantly. “Steve?”

Steve turned back to him, but he was still looking at the people nearer to the maze and not at Eddie, only humming in acknowledgment.

“Steve. What’s wrong?”

“I—nothing, just looking for Robin.” He muttered, finally looking back at Eddie, who was worrying at his bottom lip, one of his lip piercings clicking as it knocked against his teeth. “Who?” “Oh, uh…like…this tall—“ Steve held his hand pretty low to the ground, which got a laugh out of Eddie. “Kind of blonde hair, but it’s…more brown. And—I think she’s wearing yellow.”

“Wait, is she the lesbian? Who really likes sharks?”

This was enough to stun Steve into silence, and his eyes widened slightly. How the fuck did he know Robin was gay? Also—shit. “She talked about them a lot to you?”

“When you flip a shark upside down, they go into tonic mobility.” Eddie said, shrugging.

“Sorry about that.”

“No, no, it’s fine. Sharks are cool.”

Steve sighed and looked around again, and—there was Robin. Talking to some girl in a red sweater and a pink mini skirt with fishnets and orange-blonde hair. Steve was going to fucking murder her. “Found her.”

“Ah, I see she’s found Chris. I was wondering where she had run off to,” Eddie said, patting Steve on the shoulder, but his hand stayed for a moment too long as he walked past him and nearer the girls. “Glad she’s chatting with someone and not doing what I assumed.”

Steve didn’t ask what he meant by that. “Chris?”

“Chrissy. My roommate.” He said the word…in a weird way, like he didn’t really mean it, and Steve felt his heart sink slightly, his smile that he was already struggling to keep afloat dropping. Eddie glanced over and his cheeks flushed slightly.

“She’s a fag,” he explained quickly. “I’m also a fag. We’re not—I didn’t mean it like that, we’re just friends.”

Steve was a bit startled by his choice of words. He had never heard anyone willingly call themselves a slur in a positive way, but he kept quiet.

“What I meant was,” Eddie continued, sighing. “She doesn’t technically live in my apartment with me. Her parents found out she was a dyke and kicked her out, so she’s been sleeping in the spare bed for the past few months. I don’t mind. I like the company. It gets kind of lonely when all your friends live half-an-hour away and only drive over on the weekends for band practice, Y’know?”

Steve nodded and looked back over at Robin. She looked happy, laughing at something Chrissy had said. Once they got close enough, he could read a pin on Chrissy’s sweater that said, in big black letters: GOOD GIRLS SWALLOW, fight eating disorders!

She looked over at Steve, and Robin finally tore her gaze away from Chrissy, looking relieved. “Oh, thank fuck.” She breathed, tugging Steve into a hug and pressing her face into his shoulder. “I was worried you were off having a panic attack or something. Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” Steve muttered, squeezing her gently before letting go and turning back to Eddie. “We should go. Do you need your jacket—?” He said quietly, already taking it off to hand it back to him, but Eddie stopped him and pulled it back onto his shoulders, smoothing over the sleeves and smiling.

“Keep it. You can give it back to me next time, yeah?”

“Is that just because you want to see me again?”

“Mhm. Maybe.”

Robin elbowed Steve and mouthed ‘phone number’, to which Steve elbowed her back, nearly missing the small laugh that slipped out of Eddie’s mouth. His cheeks flushed slightly, but he straightened up and turned to face Eddie again. “Could I give you my number? So I can…give you back the jacket.”

Eddie’s eyes widened slightly, and he cleared his throat, nodding. “I have a pen?”

“I don’t have anything to write it on.” Steve muttered as Eddie handed him the pen, looking back at Robin and Chrissy, who shook their heads. “I’ll just—,” he grabbed Eddie’s arm gently and wrote the number on the inside of his wrist. It was just pen ink. It would wash off.

“Just call me whenever, yeah? I can’t promise I’ll always be there to answer, but I’ll try,” he said, smiling as he watched the blush creep up Eddie’s neck.

They said their goodbyes, Chrissy going off to do her own thing while Eddie went back to the maze. Maybe he worked there, too? Or he was just fucking around. Robin and Steve went back to his car, and Steve slipped into the driver’s seat, dropping his head against the wheel and muttering, “We’re you flirting with Chrissy?”

“No—“

“It looked like it.”

“She was—she was flirting with me,” Robin stuttered, and Steve saw her cross her arms as he looked back up.

“I thought you had a girlfriend?”

“Vickie is not my girlfriend.” She said firmly, glaring at him slightly, her cheeks red as she looked down.

“Look, I’m not saying you can’t flirt with other girls—“

“I know, but I wasn’t flirting with Chrissy—“

He didn’t finish, just putting the car into drive and pulling out of the parking lot. He needed to go home. They could talk about this later.

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rafescurtainbangz · 19 days

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SCREAM x Stranger Things

(Chapter 3 & 4; drop 2 of 7) +18

Harrington | Hargrove | Munson

Minor DNI

Billy Hargrove x OC

Steve Harrington x OC

Eddie Munson x OC

4.8 K

written with my beautiful wifey and bestie @voyeurmunson

dividers by @xxbimbobunnyxx

Warnings: Graphic violence/gore, SMUT, swearing, drinking, major character death, drug usage

Public oral sex (male receiving), rough oral, boot riding, pet names, semi-public oral sex (female receiving), cheating, unprotected p in v, fingering

Chapter 1 - 2 LINK

Chapter III - The Barn

Heidi's POV:

The Monday before Halloween...

"Jim... we need this," you meet his hardened gaze. He shakes his head and sucks his teeth, turning his attention to the open window. "Just let us stay open until ten at least, Hop. This is our busiest time of the year. This is how we make money. Do you know how many people we have on payroll?" You ramble; your voice coming out a little more manic than you would've hoped.

"Heidi..."

"Yes, Jim."

"Three people died here... He killed a Cunningham. And, a Carver... Those names hold weight in this town. People aren't just gonna forget what happened to them overnight."

"No one is asking them to forget, Jim." You shut your eyes softly, taking a deep breath; pressing your air out slowly.

The judgment is so apparent in his eyes. Jim doesn't understand, and if he doesn't; no one else will.

"I know this is callous. And, I know that those families just lost their loved ones. I'm a mom, Hop. I couldn't imagine losing my kids... like that." You swallow stiffly, clearing the lump in your throat. "I saw them... All three victims. And, I'll never get that out of my head... But, you have the guy, Jim. You have someone behind bars. Our business can't just stop..."

"We all know Alfie didn't do it. The man's a lunatic; but, he's basically harmless. He just got released this afternoon."

"Why?"

"Because there was CCTV footage of him stumbling outside of Melvald's at the time of the murders, Heidi."

"Jesus Christ," you sigh.

"You've known that man for twenty-plus years. He's a fuckin' kook; but, he's no killer."

"Please..." You ask, pitifully. Hopper shakes his head, quickly burying it in his hand; grumbling in frustration as he tries his best to stay firm. "I have a plan, Jim... We're still going to lose a lot. I mean a lot of money... but, it will be something. No hayride... No haunted house."

Jim peers at you with weary eyes; rolling them away. "And how are you gonna manage that, Jones?"

You hold back a hopeful smile; bringing out a slip of paper with your agenda, sliding it his way. "No one can get into the grounds without coming through the main gates. We will account for everyone that comes in and out; body searches, heavy police presence, closing at ten."

"You said no hayride; no haunted house, Heidi."

"We'll shut them down. Our scare actors can walk through the main area after 7 PM when most of the young families have left an-"

"The killer was a masked man... Did you forget that part? You can't be serious? He cuts you short, irritation ever-present in his tone.

"I am," you snip.

"Unbelievable. He slumps down in his seat, pitching his head back; mumbling in vexation yet again.

"Jim... You need to understand that I'm playing nice because you and I are best friends. I have known you for thirty-four years..."

"Best? And, Thirty-three," he huffs; resting a dart between his lips, striking a light.

"Well, that's rude... And sorry, thirty-three," you mumble. "But, you know as well as I do, the second this was no longer an active crime scene, I was given the green light for business as usual. All I had to do was stick to the eleven PM curfew just like everyone else."

"Heidi-"

"I'm working with you, Jim. Why aren't you working with me?"

He crosses his arms tightly across his chest, yielding his gaze to the window once more. You can see that he wants to tell you off. If you were anyone else, he probably would.

"I will personally pay for security, Ji-"

"Fine!" He shouts; tossing his hands up in defeat. "Where the hell is your husband by the way?"

"I don't know where Alex is. He's your partner, Hop. Aren't you supposed to know?" You challenge; taking your paper off his hands. "So, we're on for tonight?"

"You're killin' me, Jones," he murmurs.

"That a yes?"

"Yes," he bemoans through his exhales; two steady streams of smoke pouring through his nostrils. Hopper stamps out his cigarette dramatically as he shoots you a side-eye. "I'll send a few cars over at sunset. And, we may be best friends; but, you are at the very top of my shit list."

"Thank you," you beam; quickly reaching for your phone and schedule, mentally preparing yourself to call back all the staff you called off.

"Like you said, Heidi... You can do whatever you want," he clips as he slides his arms into his leather sheriff's jacket. "You're just playin' nice," Hopper mocks your tone; eyes, slicing in your direction.

"You pushed me," you chuckle; gliding your finger along the row of names to call.

"Bullshit."

You give him a sweet smile; making him look back at you annoyedly.

"What?" He scoffs.

"Nothin' Hop. I appreciate you helping me out. I just wanted your support on all this-"

"I support none of this!" He clamors; fishing for another cigarette. "Just so you are aware."

"Nothing is going to happen," you assure; glancing at the first name on the list. Billy Hargrove. "Can I walk you out?"

"Why are you tryin' to be sweet to me now, Jones," he backchats; trudging toward the exit.

"That's what best friends do, Jim," you chuckle; taking the lead, drawing the door open for him. "Plus, I need to talk to the grounds crew." He gives you a little nod, stepping into the hallway.

"Seven nights, Jones..."

"Seven nights of frights, Hop. Then, we're on to Christmas trees."

"What about Thanksgiving?"

"Nobody gives a shit about that," you breathe, making Jim chuckle as you tug open the front door.

Leaves roll across the porch; a crisp fall chill drifting through the air. Hopper's right. We have seven nights... Seven nights to avoid another disaster. Seven nights to make up for the financial hit we already took. Seven nights to prove that that was a fuckin' fluke.

"She works here?" Hopper questions; pointing his lit cigarette toward the barn. The two of you watch as a leggy brunette wanders up the hill. "What about those two over there?" He gestures in the opposite direction; the pair of you watching as a couple disappears, heading toward the woods. "Welp. Looks like people are already comin' in unaccounted for," he grunts. "That one's Heather Holloway, by the way. No way she could have done it. And, those two. That's-"

"Nancy and Jonathan," you finish his sentence, watching as they change course; hiking toward the haunted house.

"Tighten your ship, Jones," he warns; flicking his cigarette butt to the pavement. Heather rounds the corner, disappearing inside as you try your best to mask the emotions.

"You doin' okay, Heidi?" Jim queries; making your stomach sink.

"Mhmm... Just trying to think of ways to keep that from happening," you subsist; flicking your eyes back in his path.

"I'll send over a car to sit at the gate, Heidi," he gripes; climbing back into his patrol truck.

"Thank you, Hop." You shout; walking back inside. "Seven days!"

"Can't come soon enough, Jones."

Heather's POV:

"Billy? Billy Hargrove!" You sing, breathily.

There's a rustling aloft, the shuffling of work boots against the weathered wooden floor. "Holloway? That you, sweetheart?" He croons; voice reverberating through the airy space.

Fuck... That voice.

"Hey, Bills." You walk across the creaky foundation, following the sound of his voice. Grabbing the rungs of the ladder, you look up. The warm sun pours through the little window, limiting your view.

"I'll be down there in a sec."

"I can come up," you smile; climbing carefully up the old loft ladder.

"Be careful, sweetheart. This barn is old as shit."

There he is. You rise into the loft, trying your best to fight your smile as you take him in; Billy's blonde curls disheveled; a well-loved white tee and blue jeans practically painted on his frame, hugging him in all the right places.

He looks different... Better even. I mean, don't get me wrong, seeing Billy in red swim trunks was a sight to see; but, this is next level... You let out a dizzy giggle; cheeks pinched pink.

He turns around, meeting your gaze; his blue sparkling eyes set on yours. Billy wipes his arm across his brow, rubbing out a lick of sweat.

"Well, shit. You're prettier every time I see you, Holloway," he flirts; grabbing a hay bale by the strings; muscles flexing tight as he drops it to the bottom floor. "I got two more. Then, I can take a break. Alright?"

"Want some help?" You ask, sweetly. He lifts an eyebrow in your direction, chuckling lightly.

"It's like fifty pounds, Heather. And, dressed like that? You look too good for this shit." He gives you a cheeky wink before lobbing another bale. "Whatcha doin' here? I thought you had class."

"You don't wanna see me?" You sigh; putting on your best puppy dog eyes. He shakes his head and laughs; finishing off his job, the last bale landing with a thud.

"We both know that's not true."

"It's Monday, Bills. I don't have classes on Monday."

"Damn," he grumbles in exhaustion; grabbing a seat close by. You slide to his side, making his smile spread wider. "There's been so much goin' on here I lost track," he softens his tone; eyes falling to your glossed lips, nipping his own.

"That why you're not textin' me back, Bills?" You whisper.

Billy matches your gaze, making your heart race. "I'd never ignore you, Heather."

"Never?"

"I thought we were casual, Holloway," he teases. "You don't have a couple guys at ISU takin' up your time-"

"No. I do," you taunt, cutting him short. Billy gives you a little scowl; scrunching his nose. "Jealous, Hargrove?"

"Nah." You rest your hand on his thigh, leaning in slightly; letting it glide a little higher. He lets out a gravelly laugh, throwing his gaze down to his body as he slips off his work gloves. "I'm pretty dirty, Heather. You sure?"

"I don't give a shit about that, Bills."

"Get over here," he rasps.

You sling your thigh over, following Billy's lead as he takes hold of your hips. He guides you down onto his lap, eyes traveling slowly up your body before landing on yours.

"A little bit," he mumbles.

"A little bit, what?"

He looks away, dimples popping in his cheeks. "Jealous. Yeah... Sure. I'm a little jealous, Heather. I can't lie."

Your tongue pokes through your smile as you take in his words. Billy's hands roam your curves, circling your ass.

"Why do you care anyway, Heather?"

"Got a little jealous myself, Bills."

"I missed you, Heather."

"I missed you too, Billy," you whisper; lessening the distance between the two of you.

Your hands rest lightly on his chiseled chest, taking in his familiar scent as your eyes follow his silver chain. You let your fingers fall down his body; tracing over the thin cotton, feeling the ripples of his abs underneath.

You yank at his shirt. Billy quickly takes the hint, flicking off his hat before tearing off his shirt. His lips collide with yours; his rough hands wrapping around the back of your neck, towing you in. His tongue slips between your lips, swirling effortlessly with yours.

Billy's strong hands slide down your shoulders, pinching the collar of your jacket; drawing it back slightly. "This okay?"

"Mhmm," you pant between kisses. The jacket slips off your shoulders, falling to the barn floor. You save him the breath, twining your fingers around the spaghetti straps of your tank top. Peeling it off your body, bunching the material around your waist; breasts bouncing free. Billy, instantly takes a fistful for himself. Palming your skin as you start to grind on top of him. Billy leaves your lips, kissing you messily on your neck. You lean back, giving him better access.

It's been a while... A few weeks since the two of us had been together. I lied... There is no one else. No one but him. And, nothing about this is casual for me.

His hand dives between your thighs, rubbing your clothed clit through the fabric of your leggings.

I missed his hands too... All of the things they would do to me; driving deep inside, wrapping around my throat.

"Heather," he groans; making you release a hushed moan. "Missed me?"

"Yeah," you answer, needily; as your hand rests lightly on his cock, feeling his bulge through his Levis.

"Gonna need more than 'yeah', baby," he mutters between sloppy kisses, making you smile against his mouth.

You let your fingers work up his body again. He takes a heavy handle on your hips pressing the two of you together, moving with you as you work. You can feel the friction between your thighs, quenching just a fraction of your thirst; making you wetter by the second.

"I missed you so fucking much, Billy."

"That's a little better," he chuckles as he slaps your ass; the familiar sting left behind even through your clothes. "Wanna show me?"

You let out a lust-drunk laugh; easily working him out of his belt and jeans. "I wanna make you feel good, Billy."

"Get on your knees for me, baby. Suck my fuckin' cock."

You suck off his bottom lip, nipping and tugging; pulling a moan from him as you sink to your knees, complying with his demand. You run your nails along the deep indentations of his v-lines, kissing the top of his cotton boxers; hooking your fingers underneath.

"I can't wait to have you in my mouth, Billy," you groan as you tug his boxers past his hips, letting his dick spring free. "Looks like someone missed me," you whisper against his swollen cock; precum leaking from the tip.

He looks down at you; his light eyes, hooded, framed with inky black lashes. They flutter wildly as you glide your tongue along his head, collecting him on your tongue.

"Of course I did," he grunts; raising his hand toward you. Billy glides his rough finger along your jaw, drawing his tongue along his bottom lip. "No one sucks cock like you, Heather. You know that," he rasps. "Open up." Billy slips his thumb into your mouth, pressing down your tongue; spit seeping slightly out of the corners of your lips instantly.

He stands over you; jeans gathered around his feet, work boots still on as he holds his thick cock by the base. You relax yourself, moaning softly as you take Billy in your mouth. Swiftly reminded of his size as you seize as much as you can, gagging slightly as he pushes himself against the back of your throat.

"Fuck, baby," he whines; tossing his head back as your wrap your lips around his length. "Feels so good."

Praise flows freely from his parted lips as he lets you have your way with him; bobbing back and forth quickly, pushing yourself to your limit.

You sink on your knees, letting out a drawn-out groan on his cock as your throbbing pussy lands on the toe of his boot. You start to wind your hips, sucking as you grind. Billy takes notice; eyes rolling back; head, tilting to the ceiling. "God damn. I missed you," he moans a little louder.

You lick a stripe up his fat cock, swirling your tongue around his head as you continue to ride his boot; feeling your pleasure spurring between your thighs. Your brows knit tightly; looking up at him desperately.

"You gonna cum, baby," he mumbles; raking his fingers into your hair; taking hold of the back of your head. You nod, gagging on his dick in the process; tears rolling down your cheeks as you feel the knot in your stomach coil tight. "Shit..." He bites his bottom lip, doing his best to hold back his pleasure. "Me too."

You feel the chill of your slick between your thighs, surely wetting the toe of Billy's leather boot as you drip with arousal.

"Bet that pussy's so wet for me," he pants. "Cum for me. Huh? Cum for daddy."

Your orgasm overtakes your body, thighs trembling uncontrollably as your pussy flutters; muffled cries around his cock as he takes control, bucking into your mouth. "So close, Heather. Shit." Your body relaxes; eyes, rolling back in your head at the sound of his pleasure.

You lock eyes with Billy as he fights to keep his open; nails running up his legs. You sink them into his thick thighs causing him to suck in a breath. You feel his dick throb on your tongue. Yes. His muscles clench under your grasp; fingers pulling at your strands.

Billy moans your name, lowly; drawing out quickly. You shut your eyes, pressing your breasts together; as ropes of cum hit your tongue and tits.

"Mmm..." You hum; gliding a finger between your breasts, cleaning up some of the mess, taking it between your lips.

"Now you're just showin' off," he huffs; reaching for you hastily, pulling you off the floor and into his strong arms. You tip your forehead against his, scratching your nails into his curls; drawing him to your lips again.

"Billy? You in here?"

Your eyes widen on his. Billy matches your gaze; holding back a laugh, completely unbothered. "Shh..." He cautions you nonetheless. You button your lips shut, silencing yourself with your mouth against his. "Come over tonight," he whispers against your kiss.

"I can't. I have volleyball practice."

"No..." He mumbles; brushing his plump lips against yours. "So, you came here just to talk to me, Holloway?"

You let out a breathy laugh, completely caught in the act. "Pretty full of yourself, Hargrove?"

"Well, did ya?" He smiles; nibbling on your bottom lip.

"Billy!" You hear her call again.

"Be down in a second," he shouts.

"I need to talk to you in my office before you head out for the night. Okay?"

"Yup. Sounds good, Heidi. I'll be up there in a bit."

You grab his cheeks, forcing his attention back on yours as you continue your conversation. "I did. I came here for you."

"Well, shit." A smile pulls on his lips as his eyes fall down your body. "When can I see you next, Holloway?"

"Text me back."

"I will. I will. I promise," he chuckles, softly. "Hey. Wanna go to a party?"

"Duh," you giggle, excitedly. "When?"

"Thursday... You gonna dress up for me?"

"Of course. I'd love to, Bills."

"Mmm... Can't wait."

Romeo's Diner, Hawkins...

Thalia's POV

"Tonight? They're already reopening?" You hear his deep voice from behind the counter.

Eddie Munson...

You peek over at the big clock hanging on the wall. Right on time.

It's Tuesday, which means Eddie just finished his shift at Frank's Auto Shop. He's here for his usual... Coffee; two creams, one sugar, and a slice of pie. Peach is his favorite; apple, a close second, more sentimental than anything else.

Eddie used to come here every Friday with his Uncle. Both of them ordered the same thing. Coffee and pie. Wayne would get the apple and Eddie the peach. They'd sit for hours sometimes; Eddie, always talking dramatically with his hands. Wayne shaking his head in bewilderment at Eddie's wild tales, cherishing every moment.

The Munsons weren't exactly the community's favorite family; but, they didn't care. The two of them were happy. And, that's all that mattered.

Wayne Munson was a kind man. He had a smile that warmed your heart. You knew he didn't have a lot of money; but, he always made sure to tip you a little extra.

Two years ago he got sick. You watched as he slowly deteriorated. Every week, his already slim form began to waste away into an empty shell of a man. The one thing that remained the same was his smile. It never changed; but, Eddie's did.

And then he was gone.

Eddie stopped coming to the diner for a few months after his Uncle's death. Every time the bell would jingle you would check to see if he had finally come back.

Curiosity got the better of you, wanting to know if he was safe; wanting to know if he was okay.

You followed him, steering just close enough that you wouldn't lose him. Eddie drove with his windows down, blasting Johnny Cash. Wayne's favorite. He rode all the way to Lover's Lake, parking in a shitty little parking lot; overgrown with weeds.

Eddie walked out to the boat launch, stepping onto the rickety dock; wandering to the end before taking a seat. He stayed there for hours, just sitting in silence.

I could see he was okay... But, I knew he wasn't alright.

When Eddie returned to the diner, he plopped down in their normal booth and ordered his usual. His visits became more routine. Still, every Friday; but, also in between his shifts or simply on the days he was missing Wayne a little more.

You didn't mind. Seeing Eddie was something you always looked forward to. Hoping it might be the day when he would see you as more than just a waitress at the dingy local dive.

You watch as he tilts back against the bright red booth, spreading his legs widely. His familiar leather jacket lies in the spot next to him. He runs a dirty hand over his face, an audible groan escaping his plush lips as he presses the phone to his ear.

"I just think it's a little insensitive, given everything that just happened." His usual warm tone is ridden with frustration. Something's wrong. "Sure..." He grumbles as he runs his hands over his tired eyes. "I need the money, Heidi. I'll be there." Eddie ends the call swiftly, tossing the phone on the table.

You reach behind your back, tugging the strings of your checkered apron a little tighter, smoothing out the wrinkles in the front before heading his way with a fresh pot of coffee.

"Eddie, hey!" You greet him with a warm smile.

His biceps flex against the fabric of his gray mechanic's shirt; Munson embroidered in cursive on the front pocket. A white tank top covered in grease fits firmly against his torso. Eddie's hair is drawn back in a low messy bun; his big brown eyes incapable of cloaking any emotion.

"Thalia," he greets you simply; forcing a small smile that doesn't quite meet his eyes.

"Umm... I have your coffee. Freshly made," you chirp.

"Thank you, darlin'." He avoids your gaze as he looks down at his greased-covered hands. You notice his fingers tapping rapidly; his rings, clicking against the hard tabletop.

"Eddie..." You ask, softly; pouring his cup of coffee, watching as the steam rises into the air. "Are you okay?"

Eddie finally meets your gape, doing his best to hold back tears. His eyes are red; dark bags painted underneath. He looks like he hasn't slept in days. After everything that happened with Chrissy, I'm sure he didn't.

"Not really."

You take a seat across from him, reaching for the center caddy; plucking out two plastic cream cups, and a packet of white sugar, dumping the contents inside. "I'm sorry," you whisper; sliding the mug a little closer to him.

"Thank you... How did you know I take my coffee this way?" He asks, curiously; his hardened exterior softening slightly.

"Been workin' here since I was fourteen," you smile. "You're a creature of habit, Eddie Munson."

"That I am," he mumbles; swirling the metal spoon in his cup, before taking it to his lips.

Eddie sips slowly, shutting his eyes. You rise to your feet, bellying up to the bar; grabbing the pie off Romeo's hands before he can even ding the bell, resting it in front of Eddie. His eyes open, looking at the dessert before he looks at you. This simple act of kindness making his sleepy eyes glass with tears.

"What's goin' on, Eddie?"

He draws a deep laborious breath, pressing it out slowly.

"Well," he mutters, "Jones is openin' up tonight... Again... Already," he pushes the word out before taking another sip. "It's all about money. Fuckin' greed. I thought that Heidi was above that; but, she's just as bad as the rest of 'em. This town is fuckin' disgusting."

"I'm sorry about Chrissy."

His Adam's apple bobs; eyes fluttering at the sound of her name. Eddie's nostrils flare as his tears threaten to break free. "Chrissy Cunningham was a good person. She was a friend of mine... Chriss meant somethin' to me. I heard her, Thalia... I called her right before she died. I heard her final words. She was so fuckin' scared," he rattles. Eddie lifts the collar of his shirt, quickly brushing the tears away.

"That's awful, Eds. Chrissy was always so sweet. I only had a few classes with her, and we never talked; but, I saw the way she treated others."

"You went to Hawkins High School, Thalia?" He asks as he sinks his fork into his pie.

"Yeah," you answer, cheeks reddening with embarrassment. There was a part of you always hoping that he saw you in some way or another; this clearly was not the case. "I was homeschooled until freshman year."

"Did we have classes together-"

"Mhmm..." You buzz; taking a cup for coffee as well. "Mrs. O'Donnell's class."

"Oh, shit," he sneers. "Yeah, I blocked that shit outta my memory... I can't believe I never noticed you."

You bite your lips, trying to think of what to say next.

"I'm sorry, Thalia," he respires. "I'm crazy to have missed you."

You draw your lips to the side, holding back a nervous smile. "I wasn't exactly the Queen of Hawkins High or popular in the slightest."

"Neither was I," he snorts; swirling a sugared peach in his melted cream, before taking it between his lips.

The little bell tinkles overhead. You glance over your shoulder, watching as Nancy and Jonathan walk in; creatures of habit themselves. It's Monday... Which means they'll sit in the diner for hours, draining coffee while they work on stuff for the news station.

You turn your attention back to Eddie. "Well, sorry to take up so much of your time, Eddie. I know you usually like to unwind when you come in here."

"Don't apologize, Thalia. It was nice getting to know you." Your stomach floods with butterflies as you take in his words; Eddie, using a deep tone he's never used before. There's a slight sparkle behind his pensive eyes that wasn't there before too.

"You as well. Talk to you soon?" You ask, hopefully.

"Yeah... Um... Here." Eddie reaches for a little napkin scratching down a note, passing it your way. "Umm... Text me? Maybe we can get together. I could take you out if you'd like?"

You bite your lip, screaming internally as you stuff it into your pocket. "I'd like that a lot," you manage; keeping your elation at the proper level. "I'll text you later." You turn around quickly, beaming from ear to ear as you walk over to Nancy and Jonathan.

Her eyes flash up, catching Eddie across the way. She whispers to Jonathan who turns around as well.

"Hey, you two. What can I get you?"

"Coffee," she answers, hastily; before moving closer. "Did you get to talk to Eddie about Chrissy at all?"

You look back at Eddie, finishing the last bits of his pie; a slightly different man than when he walked in. He looks happier. I'm not gonna let Nancy ruin that. She takes out a pen and paper, looking at you hopefully as she waits for a response.

"Leave Eddie alone." The words leave your lips quietly; enough venom laced in your tone to make even Nancy Wheeler shift in her seat.

"Oh... Okay." She fumbles over her words, slipping her notebook and pen away.

You hear the clinking of Eddie's chains as he walks toward the door. He looks at you, giving you a smile.

Heidi's POV:

You stand at the window, staring out onto the field at the barn in the distance; watching as the sun sinks behind it. Reds and oranges wash the sky, night closing in around you.

There's a steady flow of cars spilling into the parking lot again, business as usual. As Hopper promised, a heavy police presence is here as well; red and blue lights flickering in the distance.

A few guests walk past the office, smiling and laughing. Guilt creeps in almost immediately... I'm not totally heartless... I haven't forgotten what I saw. I can't imagine what the families think of me; opening the doors so soon after.

Greedy. Money hungry. Heartless.

And, those aren't the only terrible things I am.

I hate myself for going in there after him... I tried my best to let it go; but, when she didn't come out of that barn I knew exactly what they were doing.

I could hear their little whispers. Heather's breathy giggle made me physically ill. It's absolutely classless for him to do that here. This is his fucking job... He's on the clock.

That's not why I was upset.

Every fiber of my being wished that it was me.

"Knock. Knock," he rasps; you hear his fist rap against the door, making your heart race. Stop, Heidi... I talk to him every morning, every afternoon; late at night when he's shuffling out to his Camaro after a long day. He was probably doing this all along... with her. They're most likely together.

I've never had to see it before though. Ignorance is bliss.

"Heidi? You in there?" Billy tries again.

"Yeah. Umm, yeah. Come in."

"So, we openin' or what?" He meets your watch, smiling at you happily. You purse your lips; masking your feelings as you try your best to match his.

"Y-Yeah," you force the word past your lips.

He narrows his gaze on yours. "Everything okay, Mrs. Jones?"

Mrs. Jones?

You cover your face slightly; turning away from him as you walk toward your desk. Billy lowers himself in a chair; you, taking the one across from him. A silent conversation shared between the two of you.

He knows.

Chapter IV - The Rendezous

Heidi's POV:

Hawkins Pool, Summer 2002...

Flashback...

"Cassie," Billy chuckles, lightly.

"Mhmm," she peeps; continuing her little dance on the pool's edge, as focused as a five-year-old could be after an hour-long lesson; listening to her favorite song blare over the speakers.

"If you don't focus. I'm gonna have to turn down the music. Alright?" He smiles; tousling her brunette mop of curls.

"I think we're done, Coach Billy."

"You're not havin' fun?" He pouts; looking down at her sadly.

"Ew. You're bad at that," she giggles. "Gotta go like this." She shows him her best pouty face as well.

"I'll remember that for next time. One more, Cass. Then we're done," he assures. "Mom said, 'If you listen really well she'll take you to Scoops'.

"Did I?" You ask; lowering your sunglasses on your nose.

"Mhmm... And I think I'll join ya. 'Cause it's hot as shi-" He stops himself, his beautiful blue eyes broadening as he catches himself.

"Were you gonna swear, Coach Billy?"

"Me?" He scoffs; looking down in her direction with his hands on his hips. "Never. Now stop stallin'."

"Fine." She mimics his stance, poking her tongue out at him; making him gasp.

"Alright. Alright. Acceleration Drill. You remember?"

"'Course," she huffs; starting her little dance again as a new tune starts.

"Cass..."

"Ugh. Sorry, Coach," she soughs.

"Alright. Eleven position." She lifts her tiny arms high, mimicking Billy; her little tummy rounded in her yellow swimsuit. "Good work. Now, this is how we start. What do we do next?"

"Push."

"You got it," he beams. "Then?"

"Two dolphins."

"Yup. Two dolphin kicks. On the third, bend your elbows and throw the water to your-"

"Piggies."

"Bingo... Throw the water to your toes and sneak back to eleven. Great job, Cass. So, I'm gonna go first, then you. Alright?" She nods merrily in response, taking a seat on the fringe of the pool as Billy dives in. He breaks the surface, paddling toward her with a smile. "Count me down?"

"Three, two, one; go!" She squeals in delight. Billy presses off the wall effortlessly, moving through the water while Cassie counts aloud.

He makes his way back to her, keeping pace; focusing more on showing off his form than beating his last lap. He pops his head out of the water, chuckling as he brushes the water from his face. "It's not a race, Cass. Not yet at least. Okay?"

Cassie jumps high, tucking her legs into a cannonball; hitting the water, making barely a splash. "Stinker," Billy teases; wiping the pool water from his eyes. "Alright. You ready, Jones?"

"Mhmm."

"Three, two, one; go!"

Cassie pushes off the wall, kicking as hard as her little body can; moving at a snail's pace compared to Billy. He cheers her on all the same, watching her carefully; coaching her along the way. She catches the other side, quickly returning where she started.

"Nice work, Cass!" He praises; reaching out for a high five. She smiles proudly, looking back at you. "You see that, mommy?"

"Of course. You're doin' amazing, baby."

The two of them bob to the ladder; Billy waiting behind, letting Cassie crawl out first.

"Ice cream! Ice cream! Ice cream!" She cheers, instantly; skipping toward the rack of towels.

Your focus shifts, knowing what will come next; eyes set on the edge as Billy grabs the rungs of the ladder. His muscles flex as he pulls himself from the pool.

He shakes out his blonde hair; eyes shut gently. You watch as the water falls down his body, the little trails flowing like rivers through the divets of his abs. His red swim trunks cling to his burly thighs, gripping them tightly; leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. Nothing.

He smiles, coyly; making you blush. You look away, fast turning your attention to Cassie as she paws the water from her hair.

You can hear his steps nearing you; his presence this close, making your heart race a little faster.

"We still on for ice cream, Mrs. Jones?" He asks; eyes, setting on yours.

"Call me, Heidi, Billy. Please. You're making me feel old."

"Alright," he chuckles. "Heidi." Billy tries on your name. His low, dark voice sends a warmth across your body. "Are we still on for ice cream?"

"Uhh... Mint Flare, Chocolate Pudding, and Oreo Dream," Cassie orders; nose pressed against the glass.

"And, I'll have U.S.S. Butterscotch. Billy, what do you want?" You smile; glancing back at him. He rumples his brows, shaking his head 'no'.

"That's not how this is working, Mrs. Jones." You widen your eyes playfully. "Heidi..." He corrects himself. "I can't let you buy my ice cream; but, thank you."

"A true gentleman," the worker gripes, completely unenthused that you're taking up her extra time with your little exchange.

"Billy, just tell Erica what you'd like," you sharpen your tone, playfully; handing her your credit card.

"Umm... Chocolate Pudding. Thanks." He stuffs his hands in his back pockets, digging his heel into the checkered floor. "Thanks, Heidi."

"Of course."

"Avery!" Cassie squeals; yanking you out of your daze. She runs over to their table, hugging her friend.

The two of you step to the side, waiting for your ice cream. You can feel his stare out of the corner of your eyes, sending tingles through your body; feelings that you haven't felt in years, bubbling to the surface.

He steps a little closer, moving aside for another family; brushing against you slightly; fingers grazing over the top of yours.

You look over your shoulder, watching as he notices the same thing; eyes working back up to yours. He's closer than expected; the smell of his rich cologne blurring your senses. You focus on the sound of his breathing, soft and slow as his fingers toy with yours ever so slightly.

"Here you are."

You're startled yet again, flinching as you're flung back into reality.

"Uh... Umm. Cass." You lift the cone, motioning for her to retrieve it.

"Can I sit with Avery? Please," she gives you a sweet smile.

"Y-Yeah, baby. We only have about fifteen minutes. Alright?" She nabs the ice cream, quickly turning on her heels; leaving the two of you alone.

"Wanna sit?"

"Yeah... Sorry about Cass," you sigh.

"We got ditched by a five-year-old," he shrugs and laughs.

"Mhmm... That we did, Coach Billy."

"Coach Billy?" He lifts a dark eyebrow. "We're gettin' fancy now. I'm gonna have to start callin' you Mrs. Jones again."

"Not necessary." You roll your eyes and smile.

Billy follows your lead as you walk past a row of tables to a booth. You glance to your side, watching as a smirk sets on Billy's lips.

He knows the two of you could have sat in any one of those; you, settling on a more private option, dismissing your rational mind. You slide in, moving to the middle; looking out for Cass. She grins back at you, Mint Flare a mess on her chubby cheeks.

"This was a great idea, Heidi," Billy teases; sinking into the booth. He moves a little closer, not too close; not where I want him to be.

"Mhmm," you give him an airy laugh.

He relaxes into the seat slightly; thighs widening. There it is. You feel the warmth on his skin against your bare leg; his knee resting lightly against yours. Contact. You don't draw away, making a smile stretches across his rosy lips.

Your untouched ice cream rolls over your fingers landing in a little puddle on the table. You draw the sugar cone to your lips, gliding your tongue across the melted butterscotch.

"Good?" He rasps.

"Delicious," you smile before taking another lick.

"Looks like it." He smirks; his hooded stare lost on your mouth, waiting for you to do it again.

"So, Billy... Are you excited to get back to California?"

"I'm not," he winces; looking at you shamefully.

"You're not what?"

"Goin'." The word barely clears is lips.

"Why?"

"Um..." He shifts nervously in his seat, pulling farther away. No.

"If you're not comfortable telling me, Billy, you don't have to-"

"I had the scores and grades to get there; but, when I got there, I just fell apart," he blurts; cutting you off.

"I'm sorry..."

"It's alright. My childhood was tough. I didn't have anyone who cared about me like you care about Cass and Trent. Not even close. Nobody reading with me; makin' sure I wasn't cheating. And, I know I'm making excuses for myself; but, I tried. No matter how many tutoring sessions I went to or office hours I attended it just wasn't enough..."

"Billy... Truly, I'm so sorry."

"Turns out you need to be more than a good baseball player to go to college... News to me."

"Are you gonna go back? No judgment. Just curious."

"I don't really know," he sighs; sadness driven in his tone. Billy gives you a soft smile. "Thanks for hearin' my sob story, Heidi."

"Thanks for telling me."

"You're easy to talk to. You know that? You're the only person who knows. So, keep my secret for me?"

"I will. I promise... Well, Coach Billy. If you ever want a job on a farm, just let me know," you smile.

"Can't really imagine myself doin' that," he scoffs; running his fingers through his freshly dried curls.

"You might like it." You draw the ice cream to your lips again. "Farm work would look good on you, Billy." He smiles brightly, taking in your compliment.

"So, Officer Jonsie's not a farm work kinda guy?" He asks passively; watching intently as you clean the sweet cream off your bottom lip.

"No... I mean it was his family's. When his dad passed she handed it down to Alex. Alex didn't want to leave the force. He wanted nothing to do with it. He just wanted to sell the land for some fast cash. I didn't... It means too much to me. That was my first job-"

"Were you a monster?" He bullies.

"No," you chuckle. "I just sold concessions. That's actually where I met Alex; "Officer Jonsie"."

"Shit... So you run that whole thing by yourself?"

"I do pretty much everything by myself," you answer simply. He cocks his head to the side, putting the pieces together.

"That sounds like a lotta work, Heidi."

"It is... But, I have great kids. And, my mom moved in with us when my dad died so I have the extra help."

"Do you ever relax?"

"I don't think I've relaxed in years, Billy," you sigh.

"Well, gotta get you in the water too then. You'd love it; very relaxing.

You drop your head, shaking it as you dismiss the thought. "I could never get in a pool with you, Billy," you snort through a laugh.

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?" His mouth falls open in faux disgust as he throws his arm on the back of the booth.

"I haven't put on a swimsuit in five years. And, I'm definitely not going to put on a swimsuit in front of someone who has washboard frickin' abs. No thanks."

The tip of his rough finger brushes lightly against your shoulder, making goosebumps run down your arms; the added connection lighting you on fire.

"Why?" He asks. You can tell from his stare what he'll say next if you push this conversation any further...

Fuck... I wanna hear it.

"Nobody wants to see that," you groan, laughing lightly.

He looks at you in bewilderment; his strong hand squeezing your shoulder. "You're joking?"

You bite your cheek, holding back your smile as you relish the first morsel of praise you've had in years.

His hand skims along your arm as he returns it to his side. "I'd personally kill to see you in a swimsuit, Heidi."

Oh...

Shit.

Alright... Wait. You feel the loss of contact between the two of you, craving more.

"Stop," you flirt; slapping his thigh, keeping it in place. His eyes lower to your hand on his body. His cheeks are sunkissed from the pool deck; a light wash of freckles dusted across the bridge of his nose, even still you can see him blush. He bites his bottom lip as the wheels turn in his mind.

"You know, Heidi. If you ever wanted to relax; I could give you some private lessons if you'd like?" He softens his gaze. "You could put on your swimsuit again... Make my fuckin' day. That's for sure," he mumbles.

Make his day.

He wants to meet privately?

He's probably just being nice... Trying to make me feel better about myself; but, what if he isn't?

Your heart starts to thump at the thought of it; mind wandering in an instant. "Umm... I-" You stammer.

"Come to think of it, Heidi," he starts again, drawing you in deeper. "There's a good pool out at Motel 6 on Cornwallis."

Fuck.

You take a little breath, looking out at Cassie as a flood of questions pour in.

Is he bullshitting me?

How could he want me?

He's almost half my age. I'm a mom... I'm married. Why am I considering this?

You sit there silently, feeling the ice cream roll down your fingers again; landing on your thigh, as your mind spins slowly.

Billy grabs a napkin off the table, cleaning you up. His lust replaced with genuine concern as he searches for your eyes. "Heidi? I'm sorry if I made this weird. I love coachin' Cass. I hope I didn't fuck that up. I'm sorry if I misread-"

"You didn't," you cut him off breathlessly. "You didn't, Billy," you repeat yourself with a little more conviction as you meet his gaze.

"I didn't?" He asks, gently.

You shake your head no, watching as an unholy grin spreads on his face. Billy wraps his arm around the back of the booth again, leaning in a little closer. "Alright... Well, what do you say, Heidi? Eight o'clock?"

Later that night...

You cut off the engine, looking to your left as you feel yourself at the crux between shame and desire. Billy's Camaro is parked at a distance, the sight of it making it all that more real. You glance down at your body; breasts pressed into lingerie you haven't worn in ages, a black satin dress hugging your curves.

Why did I wear this? Who am I kidding? What am I doing?

Heat rises behind your eyes, tears pricking at the corners. You snag a Kleenex from the center council, blotting your eyes.

The car clock switches to eight. Without thinking you thrust your hand into the passenger's seat, grabbing your overnight bag; jarring the door open before you can talk yourself out of it.

Your heels snap along the asphalt; eyes lowered as you stride through the building, heading hastily toward the elevator. "Good evening!" The receptionist sings as you blow past her; jamming your finger on the up button. You feel your stomach sink, blood draining from your face as you step into the lift.

I haven't thought this through... This hotel is so close to home. So many eyes on us. What if they recognize me? What if they know Alex?

You bury your head in your hands, feeling yourself in the throws of a panic attack.

DING.

The door floats open. All the noises roaring in your head falling to a hush. The door starts to close again. You reach out, batting at it; making it stop in a beat.

Alex doesn't want to be with me... He said it himself, more times than I can count. Remember? He was cheating on you, and he still is; even when he swore he wouldn't. 205... 207... You count the numbers as they rise. Even when he swore he would be a better father; a better husband, he couldn't. That's probably where he is right now, with her. Karen Wheeler... That cunt. Her with her white picket fence; mother of the year bullshit. It's all a sham. She was a bitch in high school and she's a bitch now. 215... 217...

220... You stand outside the door, staring at the number etched into the cheap plastic sign as you strain to slow your breathing.

I deserve to be happy; to feel wanted.

Closing your eyes you draw a deep breath; knuckles rapping against the wood. You can hear Billy's heavy feet on the other side.

The door fans open.

Before he can say an utterance you throw yourself into his arms; fingers raking through his hair, kissing him deeply. The air flees your lungs as he lifts you effortlessly, pushing you up against the wall.

"Fuck, Heidi," he mumbles. "You came. You look... Mmm... Fuck. You look so damn good," he pants between kisses as you pull at the buttons of his blood-red button-down.

Your heart pounds in your chest, as his broad body presses flush against yours; hips grinding with yours making you moan into your kiss. He's assertive; animalistic; hungry for your lips.

Billy draws away slightly, leaving you reaching for a breath; searching for him. He rests his forehead against yours staring deeply into your eyes. You can feel him trembling with excitement, that same adrenaline coursing through your veins.

"Fuck me," you whisper. "I-Is that okay? Do - Shit. Do you want that? Is that why you asked me here?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

Flashback ended...

"Is this about Heather?" He mumbles; crossing his arms across his strong chest.

You bite your cheek, feeling your emotion welling in your eyes. "You can't... Y-You," you stammer. "You can't just do that at work, Billy."

"Do what, Heidi?" He grunts. "Huh? I have an hour-long break... I only took twenty minutes and I went back to work. You gonna scold me for that?"

"No. Fuck, Billy! You know what I mean."

"I don't."

You grit your teeth, feeling a tear roll down your cheek. Billy's demeanor changes as he catches sight of it, softening his tone.

"I don't know what you mean, Heidi," he whispers; averting his gaze.

"Don't lie to me, Billy. I know what I heard..."

He nods slowly, taking in your words. "What do you want from me, Heidi?" He asks, defeatedly. "You can't expect me not to do anything with anyone else. You didn't want to be with me."

"That's not true, Billy... You know that's not true," you whimper.

"Then why aren't you?" He sharpens his tone, narrowing his piercing blue eyes on yours.

"Have you two been together for a while?"

"We hook up, Heidi. We have for years. And, that stopped the night that you showed up to the motel. You were the one that broke it off with me. And, you avoided the question, Heidi. Why aren't you with me? If you wanna be with me, why are you still in your pathetic fuckin' marriage? Huh?" He spits.

"Because, Billy..." You growl in frustration; banging your hands against the desk. "None of this shit is in my name... This farm is my life. It's how I make my money. Once Alex and I are done, everything I've worked for the last ten years is gone. How am I gonna support Cass and Trent? This is the Jones Family farms. Jones... Not to mention if he even got a sense that you and I were together, Billy. You'd be gone too. And, that's the last thing I want. So pardon me, if I need a few months to figure my shit out."

"You could have at least told me... He doesn't need to know, Heidi," he shouts; face reddening with irritation; fists clenched tightly.

"We were getting too sloppy, Billy. You know that... It's too much of a risk."

"You didn't even give me a chance to try, Heidi. You just iced me out." You see his eyes haze with tears, his jaw tightens; pushing those feelings down deep.

He's right... I'm just another person that let him down. But, I knew he could talk me out of anything... I thought it was my only option at the time.

"Heidi... I appreciate this job more than I can say. After everything that happened with school, this is exactly what I needed. But, what I wanted was to be closer to you."

"Me too."

"It's been hard... Watchin' you walk around like what we had was nothing; seeing you with Alex-"

"I'm just playin' nice, Billy... Nothing more," you interject. "I either need to get him to sign this place over to me. Or, buy it outright from his mom. I really needed this season to go well, Billy and after everything that happened this past weekend, I've already lost so much."

"Well, Heidi, It doesn't make it any easier for me."

"I know... Billy, I'm sorry."

He nods slowly; his reflective eyes lost in thought.

"Billy, I don't expect your life to stop; but, just don't do it in front of me. Okay?" Your voice is barely audible; ridden with sadness.

"Well, if you would have just told me what was goin' on -"

"I know... I messed up, Billy."

"I'm sorry you heard that, Heidi," he rasps.

"You said 'you two have been hooking up for years'... Do you like her?" You ask, timidly.

"'Course I do, Heidi. Heather means a lot to me." His words hit you like a shot to the heart. "It's casual. Just sex."

"Anybody else?"

"Heidi..." Billy cautions.

"Billy..."

"Yeah." He throws his gaze away. As much as it hurts to hear... He's being honest with me now. What we had was something. It was everything; far beyond sex.

I'm jealous...

Billy should be mine. I want to be his. I want to know that he missed me; if what we had was as good as I thought it was, if I was better.

I need to know.

Grabbing the collar of your blazer you pull it off your shoulders, exposing your satin top; red lace peeking out. His favorite.

Billy furrows his brows in confusion; his perplexed-state quickly fading as he sees the look in your stare.

"Thought we were gettin' too messy, Heidi?" He groans; sinking in his seat slightly, making himself a little more comfortable.

"Were they as good as me, Billy?" You purr as you lean in closer. He lets out a sinful laugh; snatching a dart from behind his ear.

"What do you think?" Billy mumbles as he blazes his cigarette, pulling a deep inhale. Smoke pours from his mouth as he runs his tongue along his pouty bottom lip. "I've never had anyone as good as you, baby. Never."

Baby... You close your eyes, drinking in his words as memories come pouring in.

"What about you, Heidi? Have you been with anyone but me?"

"No," you respire; eyes drifting open.

"You think about it?" He smirks; pinching his blue jeans, adjusting slightly.

You bite your lip and smile. "Every night."

"Every night?"

"Mhmm..."

"No one's been takin' care of you?" He asks, darkly as he pushes himself out of his chair.

"Just me." Your eyes follow him as he walks around the desk; boots shuffling along the floor.

"Just me. Huh?" He echoes.

You nod as he grips the armrests of your swivel chair, jarring you closer. You can see the print of Billy's long, thick cock; pressing against his jeans.

"I'm gonna take care of you, Heidi. And, you're gonna let me." He takes hold of your chin with a heavy hand.

"We gotta be careful, Billy. I can't-"

"I'm gonna take care of you," he cuts; using his grasp to lift you out of your seat and into his arms. "When I say I'm gonna take care of you, Heidi, I mean it. I'm gonna be careful. You don't need to worry about me. I got you. Alright?"

"Okay, Bi-" He steals your words, claiming your lips with his. Billy catches your moan in his mouth, answering with his own.

You let out a little gasp as he lifts you, bringing you closer. "I missed you... Fuck, Heidi," he mutters.

"I missed you too, Billy." You hold on tight as Billy swipes his palm across the desk; making the items tumble to the floor. He lays you on top; lips, barely losing contact, kissing you roughly.

Your hands drift down his chest, slipping under the hem of his shirt; meeting his warm tight skin just above his belt buckle. You rake your hands back up, feeling his muscles; even more pronounced than before; resting on his chest feeling his heart pound underneath. You dig your nails into his skin making him hiss out a breath.

Billy reaches for the bottom of your silk top, lifting it up; flipping back the cups of your bra. He squeezes your tits, shoving them together. "Jesus fuck, Heidi," he mutters; locking down on your nipple, swirling and flicking, leaving you a whimpering mess below him.

"You look good... So fuckin' good," he babbles; running two thick fingers between your thighs, shifting under your skirt; grazing over your panties. "How are you so wet?" He growls.

"Please," you whimper, desperate for more.

"Want me to eat your pussy, baby? Hmm? Bend you over this desk?"

"Yes, Billy. Fuck," you sob.

He lowers himself between your legs, looping his arms under your thighs; pulling you toward his face. You slink your hands down your body, pinching your skirt; pulling it around your hips as Billy tugs your panties over your curves; falling to the floor.

He spreads your legs, kissing you deeply; marking you in a way that'll surely leave a bruise, teasing you as his digits slip closer.

You take a grip on his sandy-blonde mullet, pulling him nearer as you buck your hips, craving more friction between the two of you. Billy breathes warmly against your clit making you melt into the table.

"Billy-" You beg, your words turning into a cry as he plunges his tongue deeply; drawing out slow, licking a line to your clit that has your body reeling.

He sucks your bud, releasing you with a pop. Doing it again and again, leaving your thighs quaking uncontrollably. He brushes his tongue side to side on your clit, making you see stars.

Billy slings your legs over his broad shoulders, working deeper than before. You grip the edge of the desk, teeth clenched; muscles firing hot as you hold back your cries of pleasure. "Cum for me..." He grunts; driving his fingers into you as you nod rapidly. "Can ya?"

"Y-Yeah," you shudder; chasing your climax as he pounds into your dripping cunt.

"Do it." Billy curls his fingers inside of you; tension, snapping as you cry out his name. "Fuck... Say it again. Say my name again," he moans; looking down at you in a drunken haze as he works you through your orgasm.

"Billy," you breathe as he slips between your legs, cleaning the mess he made.

"Tastes so fuckin' good," he mumbles. Before you can even think straight you hear the clinking of his belt and the splaying of a zipper. "Need to be inside you," he mutters.

You let out a gasp as he stuffs his cock in your pussy; hips flush with your ass, balls deep; pushing even further. "B-Billy..." You whimper; tears running down your cheeks as you feel the pressure you've been missing.

"Tell me what you we're thinkin' about last night, Heidi. Gonna fuck you just like that." He brushes your tears away with his thumbs as he kisses your lips; dick buried deep. "Mmm... Heidi, this pussy was made for me."

BANG. BANG. "Hey, Heidi. You in there?" Alex booms behind the door causing the two of you to freeze. Billy snares your hips, holding you in place.

"Can you go out the window?" You whisper.

"Of course." He rolls his hips slowly, not wanting to stop. "Meet me tonight..."

"I c-can't. My mom is out of town until Thursday-" You whisper, biting back a moan.

"Thursday it is," he sighs; cupping your breast in his hand. He leans down, giving you a soft bite; eyes focused on yours. You watch as the shadow shifts underneath the door; Alex, walking away. Billy notices his leaving as well, starting right where he left off.

"Billy, you said you were gonna take-"

"Care of you," he finishes your statement. "Aren't I?"

"Billy..."

"I promise; but, can you blame me?" He groans; pulling out reluctantly; eyes, rolling back at the feeling. "Thursday..."

"I promise."

"I knocked. You said 'she was in there'?" Alex darkens the door again, talking to someone.

Billy plucks your panties off the floor, stuffing them into his back pocket; giving you a wink. He slips out the window as you turn on your heels, grabbing the phone in an attempt to look busy.

Alex meets your eyes, ending a call of his own. You gesture toward yours, giving him a silent apology.

"It's okay. Just wanted to let you know we have a few squad cars out front," he whispers.

You give him a warm smile and a nod. Alex strides out the door, into the dark hallway; leaving you alone again.

BUZZ.

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