the first time they happened was back in idaho when lucy was with ben and peter was missing and kirke was off making connections for the weekend. edmund had just gotten back from the bar 'cos damn, he just needed to get out of that apartment sometimes. but maybe that night he should've stayed home, because when he got home, the scene that greeted him was letterman on the tv, susan was passed out on the couch, and less than half a bottle of wine on the coffee table.
"you could've come to the bar with me," he said at her prone form. there was no response.
he could've left things there, maybe should have left things there, but then he squatted down next to the couch, stroked her stray bangs from her face, and she said in a voice heavy with wine and sleep, "peter?"
"no, it's just me."
susan reached out a clumsy hand and caught the back of edmund's head, then pulled him down to kiss her. his stomach twisted and he gasped against her lips, and he thought back away, then he thought what's going on?, then he told himself to man up and not pretend like he didn't know what was going on. like ignorance might excuse him from not stopping this kiss.
"susan," edmund choked out, and her tongue dipped into his mouth when his lips parted. her hand ran through his hair and her fingers were cool against his scalp. he could feel his heart thudding in his chest. "it's edmund," he said, throat dry. "not peter."
and yet he stayed very still, letting her leave small soft kisses along his bottom lip. letting her nip at them, and remembering with a vengeance all the times he had guiltily ogled her, the soft curves of her body, how he had relished her touch at every easy embrace. some part of his mind was still telling him back away, back away, for so many reasons back away, but then susan replied, a little wistfully, "yeah."
and that was when he started kissing her back. tentatively at first, as his stomach dropped out from the thrill and horror of secrets fulfilled, then with increasing insistence as susan continued to tangle her fingers in his hair, making these sighing noises at the back of her throat that drove him wild.
"we should, um..." susan whispered.
edmund, slightly disoriented: "huh?"
instead of replying, susan just pushed herself up, stood up on wobbly legs (edmund grabbed her arms to steady her), then took edmund's hand and led him to what edmund realized with a lump in his throat was the bedroom she shared with peter.
who was drunker here? an almost full bottle of wine is more than a couple of beers, but susan had slept some of that off. who was taking advantage of who? or should edmund not think of it like that? should he not think of it at all? how do susan and peter pull it off?
susan closed the bedroom door behind her. she locked it.
"afraid i'll run away?" edmund joked nervously.
she just smiled, said, "don't be silly, ed," and pushed him to the bed.
MAYBE NEXT THERE WILL BE THE ENSUING PORN, WHO KNOWS. NOT I.
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"you could've come to the bar with me," he said at her prone form. there was no response.
he could've left things there, maybe should have left things there, but then he squatted down next to the couch, stroked her stray bangs from her face, and she said in a voice heavy with wine and sleep, "peter?"
"no, it's just me."
susan reached out a clumsy hand and caught the back of edmund's head, then pulled him down to kiss her. his stomach twisted and he gasped against her lips, and he thought back away, then he thought what's going on?, then he told himself to man up and not pretend like he didn't know what was going on. like ignorance might excuse him from not stopping this kiss.
"susan," edmund choked out, and her tongue dipped into his mouth when his lips parted. her hand ran through his hair and her fingers were cool against his scalp. he could feel his heart thudding in his chest. "it's edmund," he said, throat dry. "not peter."
and yet he stayed very still, letting her leave small soft kisses along his bottom lip. letting her nip at them, and remembering with a vengeance all the times he had guiltily ogled her, the soft curves of her body, how he had relished her touch at every easy embrace. some part of his mind was still telling him back away, back away, for so many reasons back away, but then susan replied, a little wistfully, "yeah."
and that was when he started kissing her back. tentatively at first, as his stomach dropped out from the thrill and horror of secrets fulfilled, then with increasing insistence as susan continued to tangle her fingers in his hair, making these sighing noises at the back of her throat that drove him wild.
"we should, um..." susan whispered.
edmund, slightly disoriented: "huh?"
instead of replying, susan just pushed herself up, stood up on wobbly legs (edmund grabbed her arms to steady her), then took edmund's hand and led him to what edmund realized with a lump in his throat was the bedroom she shared with peter.
who was drunker here? an almost full bottle of wine is more than a couple of beers, but susan had slept some of that off. who was taking advantage of who? or should edmund not think of it like that? should he not think of it at all? how do susan and peter pull it off?
susan closed the bedroom door behind her. she locked it.
"afraid i'll run away?" edmund joked nervously.
she just smiled, said, "don't be silly, ed," and pushed him to the bed.
MAYBE NEXT THERE WILL BE THE ENSUING PORN, WHO KNOWS. NOT I.