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Hours on the Clock | eddie munson

"You're right, I do apologize my liege. However could a mere court jester such as myself make it up to the likes of you?" He asked. You snickered, but soon after felt another twinge of pain shoot down your neck and across your shoulders. You groaned again, pressing your fingers into the places it felt the tightest.

"You wouldn't happen to be a masseuse as well as a jester, would you?" You asked, running with whatever bit he had going. He shrugged.

"I dabble." He replied. You raised your eyebrows and looked up at him.

"You're serious?"

"These fingers aren't just good for playing guitar you know. Let me give it a shot." He said, wiggling his fingers at you. You scoffed and rolled your eyes, leaning back in your chair.

"I-I mean if you want to give it a go, by all means." You replied. You couldn't help but ask yourself how you managed to get here.

He seemed to gladly take the invitation, standing up from his chair and walking behind you. He placed his hands on your shoulders, gently pushing his palms into your tensed muscles. He repeated the motions several times before moving on to your neck. His fingertips were calloused from what you could only assume was years of playing guitar, but still shocking gentle. And even more shockingly, they were relaxing you. He was working through all the knots with such care that you felt like you were melting into his hands.

He continued to massage you for a few more minutes, alternating between your shoulders and your neck until all your pain was gone. You hadn't felt this relaxed in... God you couldn't even remember. He finished with a gentle pat on your back, taking his seat across from you once again.

"Better?" He asked. You chuckled before sitting up straight.

"Um... Yeah actually. A-A lot better. I wasn't expecting that." You replied with a laugh. He places his hand over his heart, feigning offense.

"Such little faith in me." He said with a smile. You shook your head.

"We've already burned through a quarter of our time together and I haven't even started explaining anything. You're a bad influence, Eddie Munson." You said.

"In the flesh."

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You had been tutoring Eddie every weekday for the past two weeks, and his performance in class seemed to improve drastically. He asked to keep having sessions with you despite this, wanting to prepare as much as he could for the test that would be a significant chunk of his grade. You agreed, on the condition that he would continue giving you those massages.

And yes, you knew how weird it seemed, but you had been in such a better mood ever since Eddie started getting rid of your pain. So much so that Dustin confronted you, saying that you'd been acting weird and "goo-goo eyes over Eddie". What did that twerp know anyways?

You knocked on the trailer door, wringing your hands over the strap of your bag in nervous anticipation. Why were you nervous? You'd spent so much time with him that you'd think you would've gotten over that by now. But this time around, the nervousness was different. Not like the first day when you were nervous because you were in a guy's house who you never talked to before and was rumored to do dodgy shit, but a kind that made your heart thump loudly and your stomach do summersaults faster than a gymnast trying to show off. The kind that made you come up with weird analogies such as that one.

"(Y/n), you're early," Eddie said as he opened the door to let you inside. You smiled and took your bag off, setting it where you normally did.

"Yeah, one of my regulars canceled cause he was sick so you get me for a little longer today." You replied.