are you looking for an answer - {for Jo}

[girl_at_the_window]

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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[thefuckingbeam]

He can relate to the feeling; having her back in his arms, after that brief little taste last week, is almost intoxicating. It's easier than it ought to be for Eddie to lose himself in her, especially when she's all over him all of a sudden. He's almost forgotten that she has two extra arms, it's become so commonplace, but he's certainly remembering now. He groans into Susan's mouth, a soft, needy sound, and lets her put his hand on her breast without a fuss. It's been so Goddamn long since he's touched a woman like this that he couldn't care less where they are. If anyone wants to walk in on them, well, more power to him.

He becomes dimly aware as he moves his mouth from Susan's lip to her neck that his belt is being unbuckled, and he's gone from zero to half-hard in an astoundingly small amount of time. Eddie groans her name into her skin, squeezing at the swell of her breast, and then lets his other hand slide up under her shirt, marveling at the way the bristles and hard carapace feel under his skin. It's...it shouldn't be sexy, his human brain knows this, but his monster brain finds it enticing all the same. Maybe because it's her.

[girl_at_the_window]

Susan's head tips back, just a little, and her claws scrape his scalp as she tightens his fingers in his hair, moaning breathily at his mouth on her neck, the strange prickle of his hands on her carapaced body. It feels different - not just because she's no longer human, but also because he isn't Roland. His mouth feels different, his hands move differently, his breathing and his heartbeat have a different sound...

But different doesn't by any means mean bad. She pushes up against his hands, her thigh shifting to rub up between his legs, and finishes unfastening his belt, moves on to his fly.

[thefuckingbeam]

The press of Susan's thighs between his has Eddie groaning at the added stimulation; his hand pushes up far enough that he can cup one of her breasts without any impediment, and he drags his thumb over her nipple, careful of his claws. Satisfied, his other hand moves down to her hip and then around to her bottom, pulling her flush against him while she undoes his fly. He doesn't think he's ever been this uninhibited; surely passersby are able to see them hurtling toward a daytime alleyway fuck, but that's the furthest thing from his mind. The only thing he cares about at the moment is being as close to Susan as he can, in every way.

[girl_at_the_window]

Tugging his shirt open, Susan ducks her head to kiss and suck at the top of his shoulder, one hand working down between them, under his waistband, clawed fingers wrapping slowly around his cock.

"Fuck..." she murmurs, and laughs breathlessly, her wings trembling against the wall, her antennae brushing his cheek. "Fuck, Eddie, I want thee..."

i'm real glad i actually remembered he's still a mer in this one

[thefuckingbeam]

Oh, hell, he wasn't prepared for that, for that clawed hand wrapping around his hardening length; she'll notice it's cool and smooth, with a soft, flexible fin running up the underside. There's a sharp intake of breath, Eddie's gills fluttering restlessly.

"I want you, too. Want you so bad." His hips roll forward into her hand, and he shivers at the way her mouth feels on his skin, the place where it butts up against the line of scales that starts there on his shoulder. One hand creeps down to the waistband of her jeans, thumb skimming just underneath, teasing her.

the hardest part of this sex tbh

[girl_at_the_window]

Susan lets out a low groan, bucking her hips up against his hand. Underneath her waistband, there's still carapace, hard and bristly, but if he pushes his hand down a little further, he'll find where it's pulled apart between her legs, her body shifting instinctively to give him access there.

Her thumb traces the line of that fin, exploring his inhuman anatomy. She's fascinated by the coolness of his skin, even with his clear arousal, and she wants to know whether the fin is more sensitive (less sensitive?) than the rest of him.

[thefuckingbeam]

His finned hand pushes down further, cool in contract with the warmth between her thighs, and when he finds the place where her carapace opens up to reveal his target, he groans, letting one finger trace along her slit. His cock throbs in her hand, and he has to bite back a frankly embarrassing noise wanting to come from his mouth. As it turns out, that fin is incredibly sensitive; Eddie shivers and presses more firmly again Susan's wetness.

"Sorry if it's...weird."

[girl_at_the_window]

"Shut up," she gasps, pressing up against his hand. Under the carapace, the actual anatomy doesn't seem to have changed much; still warm and wet and human, still clenching delightfully at his touch. Susan moans, running the tip of one claw gently along the line where fin meets skin, and kisses him as hard as she can.

There's a time for patient exploration of each others' bodies, and this isn't it. She's already guiding his cock between her legs, her intentions clear.

[thefuckingbeam]

"Fair enough," Eddie mutters, too taken by the way she looks with his fingers pressing against her cunt, and lets her catch his mouth without complaint. He doesn't need to be asked twice to move forward; right now really isn't the time to take things slowly. He's waited damn long for this, he's not wasting a moment.

Taking a moment to pull back and look down into her face, Eddie lets his length rub against her slit, biting back a loud moan before he lets her guide him into her. One hand slides between her leg, hitching her thigh up around his waist to open her up to him. Eddie buries his face in Susan's shoulder, gasping, "God, you feel—so fuckin' good, Susan."

[girl_at_the_window]

Susan bites her lip, sharp teeth bringing blood to the surface, and moans low and wordlessly. He feels so different to Roland - different, probably, from any human man - and that thrills her in a way she didn't fully expect. That gill under his cock presses strangely inside her, delightfully, rubbing up against the sensitive wall of her cunt.

Balancing on one leg feels stupid. Without thinking much about it, her wings fluttering slightly, she jumps up onto him, wrapping her other leg around him, bracing them both against the wall with her lower pair of arms. Her cunt tightens around him, and she smiles, one hand tangling in his hair, another wrapped around his shoulders.

"I said shut up," she breathes in his ear, and it sounds like there might be a laugh behind it. "Shut up, Eddie Dean, and fuck me."

[thefuckingbeam]

Eddie's more than prepared for the weight; he'd had half a mind to pull just the same maneuver in another moment or two. But this works too, and he takes the opportunity to pull back slightly and then press deeper into her, using his body weight to press her right up against that wall, glad to feel her tangling herself around him. He huffs a laugh, breathless, into the hard carapace of her shoulder.

"Okay, okay. Gladly." And shut up he does, or at least he stops talking; he continues to make plenty of noise, muffled in her shoulder, as he drags himself backward and then drives himself into her again, that fin providing more than enough friction to send thrills down his spine.

[girl_at_the_window]

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.

[thefuckingbeam]

She's so goddamn perfect, that's the thought that hits his mind over and over as he ruts into her, his hand finding one free wrist and pinning it to the wall as he plants kisses along her jawline—

He'd promised to shut up, and he'd intended to, he really had, but as he meets her with thrusts that are growing increasingly more frantic every time, he can't help it, doesn't even realize that he's telling her over and over how much he wants her, how much he loves her. Needs her. That's just his way, plain and simple.

[girl_at_the_window]

Despite telling him to shut up before, Susan can't say she minds much. It's intoxicating, being told things like that, being held and kissed and neded this way. Panting, she tilts her head to invite more kisses, her toes curling inside her shoes, her body tightening around him.

"I love thee," she moans, in answer, and laughs shakily, breathless, antennae quivering. It doesn't occur to her, won't until later, the full weight of what she's just said. If you love me, then love me.

[thefuckingbeam]

"Love you," Eddie breathes, caught up in the way she moves, the way every part of her seems to tense and tremble. "Love you so much." He doesn't even care anymore. They're doing this, they're caught up in it. It's not some great secret anymore. He loves her, and that's just that.

His thumb rubs over her wrist, fingers curling tight around it as his rhythm begins to turn a little erratic. "Come for me, Susan, I wanna—wanna feel you."

[girl_at_the_window]

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.

[thefuckingbeam]

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.

[girl_at_the_window]

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.

[thefuckingbeam]

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.

[girl_at_the_window]

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."

[thefuckingbeam]

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.

[girl_at_the_window]

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?"

[thefuckingbeam]

"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.

[girl_at_the_window]

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.

[thefuckingbeam]

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?"