Susan isn't exactly quiet either, or making any attempt to be; she pants and moans as he thrusts into her, meeting a need that she was only vaguely aware of before he came and reawoke it in her. Her head tips back, her claws digging unconsciously against his skin, and she gasps up at the sky, eyelids fluttering. Her legs tighten around him, her hips thrusting in answer against his.