"I have no intentions of leaving you, Lee."
"Good," she says, and snuggles up to him. She's been so clingy . . . and so sad. And in constant need of reassurance.
It's somehow comforting for him to realize he's not the only insecure one in their relationship. And that he probably never had been. She's afraid of him pulling away emotionally just like Jim had - he can see that clearly now. Ed strongly suspects that she had needed to make sure that he continued to care for her all along and just had an interesting way of ensuring he did just that - by planting all those doubts, pretending to string him along at first, etc. But she had buried this particular vulnerability of hers very very deep - he hadn't even been aware of it until now. But since they've lost their child, she expresses it freely through her softer personality, Lee.
The Doc, however, is still all business.
Well - he smirks - all business and all sex. He suspects that's how she's processing her grief. Human contact through the carnal act. She allows herself to lay in his arms for extended periods of time afterward - sometimes she even falls asleep in his arms post-coitus. And at other times, she just draws lazy circles on his chest as he drifts off. She doesn't pull away so quickly once it's over like she used to.
The first time they had coupled, Ed had been shocked that she had even wanted him.
They had been getting ready for bed as usual and that night The Doc was in charge of her body. She had on the briefest of silk nighties - a dark brushed navy one with lace trim that blended into her skin. He'll never forget just how much of her legs were revealed in that thing - or how much of her ass was. She hadn't bothered to put panties on. . .
Already under the sheets, Ed's loins ache from just looking at her. His rapidly engorging cock presses against the fly of his flannel pajama pants, wanting out. He wants her so badly, but she was never his. She was The Riddler's. He looks away, trying to quell his excitement.
"Ed?" she asks. She hasn't gotten into bed yet.
"Hmm?" he asks, turning back, trying to sound casual.
"Is that a banana in the bed or are you just happy to see me?"
The Doc laughs uproariously at her own joke as Ed turns bright red and pulls his glasses off and throws them onto the nightstand so he can't see her very well at all - and especially not the details like the curve of her ass peeking out from beneath soft lace. God, she's still an insufferable tease - she would do this shit to The Riddler, too. Ed grumpily rolls over in bed, facing away from her.
"Oh, I think that means you're definitely happy to see me," The Doc purrs, sitting down on the bed behind him. He can feel her warmth through the thin sheet that's barely covering his bare back as she whispers smugly, "I get to you, don't I?"
"Stop it, Doc," Ed says vehemently. "I'm not him. I never will be."
"Who says you have to be?"
He rolls over to face her without bothering to put his glasses back on and crosses his arms.
"Here," The Doc says, reaching over him to retrieve to his glasses and to gently put them on. "You don't have to be him, Ed. I want you."
"Huh?" Now he's totally confused. She had her chance back in The Narrows, when he had pined for her so obviously that everyone could see it. Even Jim had noticed it during his brief visit down there after the assassination attempt and was smugly dismissive of the whole thing. Lee had had her chance but instead, she had chosen him - the one he had tried in vain to keep at bay so she wouldn't get hurt . . . or killed - The Riddler.
The Riddler had played him - taking over with help from Oswald and surprise! absolutely no intention of killing Lee. The bastard ended up falling in love with her himself and she, in turn, had fallen for him. Ed frowns bitterly just thinking about it.
"How can that be, Doc? You fell in love with him - not me," Ed says.
"Ed, please." She removes the sheet that had been separating them and rubs her body against his. Flesh, silk, flesh . . . a touch of lace. "I want you so bad right now."
Then she whips away all the covers and straddles him, her bare . . . everything . . . covering his erection, which still desperately wants to escape his pajamas. He gulps.
"I want YOU, Ed," she says firmly as she sits up for just a second to rip open his fly before settling herself back down.
"Ohh. . ." Ed breathes out as she envelops his cock.
She smiles wickedly. "Do you feel how wet I am?"
He nods as he reaches up to touch her hair, to bring her face down for a loving kiss. Oh God, she's wet.
"That's for you, Ed. All for you."
She teasingly taps his nose and suddenly he's ready for some serious fucking. He grasps her hips and pulls her down firmly onto him as she digs her nails into his chest. He has her crying out within mere minutes, her breasts almost bouncing right over the top of her nightie.
"Take it off," he growls.
"Wha -?"
"Your nightie." He needs to see those luscious orbs.
She hesitates a second.
"Now," he commands.
"Well, well, well." She smiles wryly and it is off in a flourish. "You're not completely unlike your counterpart."
"I may appear weak by comparison, but I'm not," Ed says and flips her underneath him. "Not at all."
"No, you're not," she says touching his cheek softly. "I remember that. There were many things I couldn't have accomplished without your assistance - without the brains you thought you had lost - without the strength of your resolve. We made a great team. A strong team."
"We still can," Ed says.
"Yeah, after you make me come," she says impishly.
In response, his mouth is upon her neck in an instant, sucking hard, making her moan as his hand searches for one of her breasts, finding a nipple. She digs her nails into his back and lifts her legs over it, changing their angle so that he can thrust even deeper.
"Fuck, Ed!" She calls out.
Now it's his turn for a wry grin. "I'm trying."
She rolls her eyes as he pounds into her . . . but then he slows to an agonizing pace.
One. Stroke. At. A. Time.
But he does it hard, so fucking hard that she squeezes her eyes tight each time and looks like she's trying not to lose it.
"It's okay, Doc," Ed says reassuringly. "You can let go."
"I . . . I . . ."
He touches her cheek gently after one last hard thrust, and that does it. She arches back, hands clenched into fists, balling up the sheets, and makes a noise that sounds like she's crying softly. But she's not crying. A warm flush begins to creep up her neck and chest as he loses it himself, gripping the side of her face tightly, his forehead on hers, the very tips of their noses touching. He groans loudly with the final strokes of his finish.
His glasses are quite fogged up when it's over and laughingly, The Doc removes them.
"That was good, Ed. I needed that." She kisses him softly before rolling him over to lay her head down on his chest.
She hadn't actually articulated 'after all we've been through,' but it had been implied. From their very first encounter, Ed knew she needed more than just sex from him, even if she would never actually say it.