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are you looking for an answer - {for Jo}

Susan wakes up into dull, numb agony, every movement aching. It turns out coming back from the dead is never what you'd call relaxing. Everything feels broken, oddly displaced.

It takes her several minutes to gather the strength to sit up, reach for her computer, and, after a little thought, start to type.

>burningpassion: well
>burningpassion: im back

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Susan laughs, breathless and shaky, tracing a clawed fingertip down the curve of his cheek. "I ain't - mmh! - I ain't exactly tryin' not to, kennit?"

And for that matter, she's close to it. She can feel it building inside her, scattering her thoughts and sending warm pleasure all through her, that tension, that nearness... But not yet, not just yet. She groans and pulls him closer, closing her eyes, thrusting against him.

Eddie's breath stutters, shivering with the way her claw feels on his skin. He lets out a shaky laugh, too, and keeps moving, trying to keep his movements from going too erratic. He needs to see this through, needs to make certain he satisfies her, because there's no way in hell he'll ever let himself live down being a shitty lay after all they've been through.

Reaching down between them, he feels for her clit, grinding the heel of his hand into her in slow circles.

That's enough to break the dam. She cries out, louder than she ought to, and tightens around him, a long shiver running through her, her claws digging into him nearly hard enough to draw blood. Her eyes are closed, but for a moment, they glow through the lids, pink-gold, as her wings flutter against the wall and her breath catches. Fuck, she's needed this - needed that abandon, that sheer pleasure, that hits her like a blinding light, makes her blood electric and her heart stutter.

The sight of her, the feeling of her reaching her climax around him and under his hand, is incredible; Eddie wants to soak it up, remember it for as long as he can. He's not far behind her; his brow furrows and he lets out a strangled moan, thrusting once, twice, and then pulling out last minute so that he spills on his own stomach and not in her.

He catches that pink glow through her eyelids, and still panting for breath, leans down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead.

Susan lets out a low sound that might be embarrassingly close to a giggle, unwinding her legs from around him, leaning on him a little for support as she finds her feet again. She feels shaky, light, and she doesn't quite trust herself to stand on her own.

Turning her face up, she answers his kiss with one of her own, pressed lightly to the corner of his mouth. "Thankee," she murmurs, and smiles. "Guess I needed that."

He waits until he's sure she's got her feet underneath her before he lets go, tucking himself back into his pants and getting himself sorted out. His eyes press shut for a moment, feeling her mouth pressed against the corner of his, and he smiles. He'll feel guilty later, probably, but right now he's pretty Goddamn happy.

"I think we both did." He reaches down to boop her nose. "All that sexual tension between us...I'm sure it was torture for you."

Leave it to Eddie to make jokes.

She laughs, and kicks him lightly in the shin. "Aye. Naught to do with not feelin' a man's touch in months, I'm sure."

Her tone's gentle, though, teasing. She reaches up with one hand to boop his nose right back, screwing up her face as she leans down to pull her jeans up. "You, uh. You wanna come back for coffee?"

"Definitely not." He gives her a fond look, and reaches out for one of her free hands to give it a squeeze.

"Yeah. Coffee'd be good." Maybe now he'll actually be able to relax enough to enjoy it.

Her hand finds his gratefully, her fingers lacing through his for a moment as she fastens her belt and starts, a little unsteadily, back onto the street. It occurs to her that this is the first time she's ever done this, held hands with a man out on the street and not minded if people see, and the thought is like another little shock of joy, bubbling up inside her despite everything. He's not Roland, and she's not Susannah, but they can be something to each other, out in the open, and that means something.

She just hopes he doesn't let go of her hand once they're out in full view again. She wouldn't blame him if he did, but still... she hopes.

He doesn't let go of her hand; he has no intention of doing so. It feels damn good to lead her back out of the alley and into broad daylight, his fingers laced through hers, bathing in the warm and happy feeling still washing over him as they head back into the coffee shop. This time, he thinks, he might actually be able to stomach a cup of coffee.

"Want anything?"

"Aye. Aye, I sure do." She laughs, blushing a little as they step inside. She knows damn well that it's going to be obvious what they've been up to - their dishevelled state ought to give it away, even if the smell of sex doesn't - and it's a little embarrassing, even through the happiness.

Also, if she's honest, a little exciting. But that's not the point.

"I'm starvin'," she announces, leaning up against him a little. "You gonna be a gentleman and buy me a meal now?"

Without being asked, without even thinking about it, Eddie lets his arm slide around Susan's waist, as she's leaning into him. She feels nice, up against his side. It feels right.

"Me? Oh, no, see, I'm flat broke." He's teasing, of course. "Order anything you want. I might grab a bite, too, actually."

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