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Eddie had spent countless nights dreaming of Susie as she was now: in his bed, naked, soft, desirous. That his subconscious failed to conjure anything as vivid, as striking as her real person was cause for delighted awe. For devoted scholarship, driven by a feverish hunger to learn what it was to have her in the flesh, in his ravenous arms.
His exploration had hardly begun when he felt her moistened nipple tighten under his lips like a budded rose, nails sharp as thorns as they raked against his scalp to keep him close. Palm molded to the warm, delicious curve of her spine, they moved as one when she arched off the bed, pleasure visibly radiating throughout her body with the propulsive, frenzied force of a storm that refused to be contained.
Oh, how sensitive, how alive she was to his touch!
Susie, who could make a man crumble with a single look, shivered and begged for more of him. Of his strong, capable hands; his indulgent tongue. From her lips his name rang out like a chant, a most devout prayer.
With great reverence and pride Eddie answered her calls:
“Yes, yes. Anything, my love. Anything and everything.”
Notes:
That feeling when you have the day off, and so you impulsively decide to go through your drafts and polish a drabble you'd dumped months ago on the Susie/Eddie discord 🙂
Chapter 2: Her
Summary:
Eddie, under Susie's gaze. Her touch.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
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The golden plane of his naked chest, once glimpsed from afar without choice or consent, was now unequivocally hers to behold, to stroke, to tease at her pleasure. She did so greedily, relishing all that revealed itself under her attentions. His body heat. His strength. His gasps of gratification, surrendered from parted lips too tempting not to kiss.
It wasn’t enough to loosen his grip on the composure he always kept so close at hand. She wanted him unraveled, taken apart inch by inch, held together only by the cradle of her arms.
Downward her fingers traveled, nails scoring a sinuous path across the coarse dark hair below his navel, the crest of his hip, the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. The most tender parts of himself, entrusted to her care. His sounds, now full-throated moans, rang out like church bells. Reverberant. Insistent. Though no woman of faith, she met their cry with devoted worship, bringing him to blinding, rapturous completion that was beguiling to witness.
Later, in the afterglow, as he stared up at her, eyes glazed with bliss and wonder, she rested a gentle hand on his cheek and smiled sweetly.
“Yes, my beloved. I’m still here.”
Notes:
Did I revisit Theo James' Dolce and Gabbana ads for research purposes while writing this? The answer would be yes. Yes, I most certainly did.
The last bit of dialogue is of course a callback to Eddie's cheeky "You're still here?" in 1x02 after Susie takes him home from Uncle Stan's charity ball.