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AAAAAA The dirty dancing au so true, I don’t see Eddie as a dancer either tbh but I can’t stop thinking about Eddie being determined to do the Lift with you

HUNGRY EYES ─ E. MUNSON

𖥻 pairing: eddie munson x reader. 𖥻 warnings: this is part of my dirty dancing!au, but can be read as a stand-alone. bad grammar. suggestiveness? not proofread.

💭 liv's thoughts: okay, so this might have turned out bigger than expected because i was SO excited to write it lmao (it's 1.4k words) so i'm posting it as a one-shot :D did i use jason as the annoying grandson? yeah i totally did (because i couldn't think of anybody else)

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As you emerged from the water, it wasn't difficult to notice just how exasperated Eddie looked. Lips pressed together and cheeks slightly puffed as he held back the air only to let it out in an annoyed (and loud) sigh. He feels like he might be on the verge of tears, about to cry his pent-up frustration out. Eddie is not the most patient person in the world, and even though he tries to exercise this virtue, he often finds himself failing and this was one of these unsuccessful attempts. 

You don't blame him. You've been doing this for hours, after all, and even though time had passed quickly, it was still tiring. Your fingers were wrinkled and you felt your legs ache, knees buckling just by standing up straight, and you were pretty sure that there will be bruises on your hips from Eddie's vicious grip. At least the lake's water was refreshing and enough to cool your head from the frustration you felt from the failed lifting tries. 

It was way simpler in your head. 

"Eddie, it's fine! We almost got it!" you argue, trying to motivate him to keep going, even though you knew that he wouldn't listen to you. And he didn't. Less than a second later, his hands were going through his wet hair (that made him look like a wet dog, cute) as he let out another big sigh. 

"We've been trying for ages, Y/N! I can't even hold you for longer than two seconds. You must be tired of getting so much water up your nose, by now." 

Even though the statement made you let out a snicker, you couldn't help but roll your eyes at his hopelessness. You may have been doing this for quite some time now, yes, but your endless rehearsals have paid off a lot; sometimes, you couldn't even believe that Eddie went from someone who barely knew how to move their hips, and didn't have any idea of how to walk with his long legs, to fucking John Travolta in Grease. 

"I mean, if you keep thinking that we won't be able to do it, we won't," you stated the obvious, with your eyebrows raised. "So I might as well leave now, since you can't hold me for more than one second apparently". 

Quoting him, you started to walk away. Slowly, of course, since the water prevented you to move fast, like you wanted to… you know, for drama effect. That gave Eddie enough time to hold your arm, stopping you from going any further, and guiding you to your original spot. 

Facing each other, maybe even closer now, he muttered, "It's two seconds, actually. 'm sorry, okay? I think it's just my spaghetti arms". 

"Might be, yeah."

You two share a knowing smile, remembering the countless times where you called him that during dance practice, telling him over and over again that he was supposed to lock his frame and, for 'fuck's sake, straighten your posture!'. The inside reference couldn't pass by unnoticed, and his big brown eyes showed you that he was delighted to know that it didn't. The playful smile dancing on his lips just made everything better, especially when the water was reflecting just right on his face, making it look even brighter. 

You moved even closer to him, wrapping your arms around his naked shoulders, hands brushing the wet hair glued to the back of his neck. Offering him an encouraging smile, you asked: "Let's try again?"

"Yeah," he confirmed with an ever bigger (and prettier) smile on his face. You could still notice that he was on edge, a bit nervous about the possibility of messing up again.

"If we don't get it, it doesn't matter, 'kay? We can always try again, Eds." 

"It's fine." giving in, he bends his knees and you can only see him from the shoulders up. Yet, you feel his big hands travel from your waist to your hip, leaving a warm trail behind as he squeezes the area until he feels your bone poke his hands. Yeah, you'll definitely be sore tomorrow. You could also sense his intense eyes on your chest, that didn't leave much to the imagination if you're being honest, since you wore a white shirt and worse of all, a white bra. 

"Ready?" 

"Yup." 

"Ok." you mutter, in a low tone. Taking a deep breath, you mentally count to three as you finally impulse yourself for him to lift you up. Your hands leave his shoulders once Eddie's hands hold you even harder and bring you above his head. With your arms and legs in the air, you feel a chilly breeze pass through you, and the water cascading off of your body and back into the lake. 

"We got it!" the boy excitedly exclaims under you, and you don't even dare to look down, too afraid to ruin the moment. He seems to do the same, not wanting to glance at your reaction and let you fall again, but you could feel his arms shake slightly with the intensity of his contagious laughter. Soon, your own tummy was being squished by the rumbling motion of your giggles, but you made sure to stay looking ahead, balancing yourself. 

"I think I'm gonna dive now, Munson."

"Oh, no, you won't, baby." his grip only seems to tighten now. "It's only been five seconds".

"Eight now. I think it's enough." 

"Let's try fifteen."

"What? No way, I can feel your arms wobbling already."

"Yeah, we're going down now," he announces as his back falls down into the water, taking you with him. You only had time to hold your breath before diving in, face first. 

"I hate you," you announce, breathless as you both emerge together. Your arms unconsciously find their way back into his shoulders, grasping his back as if your life depended on it. He didn't seem to mind and only pulled you closer, by holding your waist and practically carrying you bridal style under the water. 

"I know. I think you've said that at least a million times already." Eddie answers back with his lively smile, staring closely at your face. His pretty eyelashes were wet and it seemed like he was blinking far slower than normal. You were still admiring him when he let out a big laugh that seemed to reverberate throughout the place. "Oh, man, I can't believe we did it! That felt good!" 

"Yeah," you agree as he spins you around the water, creating a small swirl around you. You can feel your shirt floating with the flow, but you were more preoccupied with the way his hands held you just right. "I knew you could do it."

"You always say that."

"Because is the truth." your mouth slightly brushes his jawline, which made him look directly at you, almost as if he was in a trance. "You gotta have a bit more faith in yourself, Eds."

He only hummed in agreement, still not able to tear his eyes away from you. Everything was perfect, from the way your hands clutched themselves on his shoulders, warming them up, to how he was kneading the flesh of your thighs. It was just right… too right. So, of course, it had to be messed up by a far-away voice calling your name, which, at first, neither of you paid attention to since you were too caught up in the moment to notice any type of external disturbance. But when the screams got nearer and somehow more urgent, you just couldn't ignore them anymore. 

Eddie couldn't help but look at you almost like he was begging you not to go, to stay there in his arms and spend the rest of the day with him, in the middle of that lake. And you couldn't help but notice just how pretty he looked like that: wet hair brushed back, dark eyebrows furrowed, pink lips almost forming a pout, and brown eyes staring deep into your soul, almost like a puppy that had been kicked.

"'m sorry, Eddie." your heart broke into a million pieces as the words came out of your mouth. "I see you again tomorrow, okay? We still have the cha-cha to learn."

"Okay," he whispered, still hesitant to let you go. "Same time?"

"Same time," you confirmed as you made your way to the shore, taking your shoes in your hands. Turning back, you gave him a small wave before walking off to the woods that connected the resort to the rather hidden lake. 

Eddie could only wave back, watching as you made your way back to Jason Carver, the grandson of the Kellerman's resort owner. 

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