Weeks went by, and nothing. Sally found herself paying closer attention to the newspapers, listening with a sharper ear to scuttlebutt at meetings, and hoping for some small glimpse of the Comedian in newsreels. She told herself that she was being silly. It had been a fling, a one shot deal, and now, whatever fascination she'd held for him had been purged from his system. He'd gotten what he'd wanted from her and moved on.
Laurence had been waiting angrily outside her apartment when she'd returned that morning. He'd looked disapprovingly at her down swept hair and rumpled eveningwear but thankfully, hadn't asked her any questions. If he'd noticed a change in her behavior or how quiet she'd been lately, then he'd decided it was best not to mention it.
Although Sally felt miserable, crime didn't take a break, and there was still plenty of patrols to go on and cases to work through. She was thankful to be kept so busy, and throwing herself into her work, she was able to make a significant number of appearances and collars in the ensuing days.
Socially, Larry still had her attending various functions with Hooded Justice. But if Eddie was a mystery, then HJ was even more so. His indifference was so hard for her to handle that it just made things worse.
She was able to spend some time in close proximity to Nite Owl as they worked together on an illegal weapons shipment. He was charming and attentive, smart, and good in a fight. He was a really nice guy, the kind of guy Sally should want to be with, but as fun as he was, he just didn't excite her the way Eddie did. Realizing this made her sad and angry all over again.
Patrolling helped. There was nothing like a good knock-down, drag-out fight, and the sense of well being you felt after you'd taken care of even a small part of the city's problems. Arriving back at her apartment at night when it was all over, she always felt drained, and could fall into a dreamless sleep without too much time to think.
It was on a night such as this when something finally happened.
Exhausted, she'd barely dropped off to sleep when she was suddenly awoken by a persistent knocking on her door. Blinking back the sleep from her eyes, she sat up in her bed, reaching over to pick up the wind-up clock on her bedside table. The dim light cast into the room from outside streetlamps showed the hands on the clock declaring it to be nearly midnight. Sighing exaggeratedly, she replaced the clock and threw off her covers.
Muttering to herself about managers and how she couldn't do her job and look good doing it if she wasn't allowed to get some sleep, she grabbed a black chiffon robe, thrusting her arms into the sleeves and belting it shut over her sheer black nightgown. Barefoot, she padded toward her door, veering to avoid the shadowy shapes of furniture in the dark. Not terribly often, Schexnayder would come over here, pounding on her door at some ungodly hour, excited about some new idea, or he'd return late from a dinner, or a party, or a meeting where he'd met a new contact, or set up some kind of merchandising deal that was far too important to keep until the morning.
Pushing locks of red hair away from her eyes, she reached for the doorknob, ready to obediently endeavor to stay awake for whatever he wanted to say that was so damn important. Swinging the door open wide, Sally's knees almost buckled when she saw Blake waiting on the other side of the door instead.
He knew where she lived. A lot of people did, she guessed, but it was still pretty surprising to find out that he was one of them, and that he was here, now.
Heart pounding, she ignored his slurred, "Hi, Doll," and looked quickly up and down both ends of the hallway before grabbing him by one big forearm and pulling him inside. She shut and bolted the door, then stood on tiptoe to look out her peephole. Schexnayder's door loomed large and misshapen, but it was closed and quiet, and letting her held breath out in relief, she turned to face her unexpected visitor.
He swayed on his feet, which was a shock all on its own, considering his tolerance level. Despite his youth, he'd beat Sally at more than one drinking game while he'd still been part of the Minutemen. His intoxicated state only added to Sally's already considerable alarm at finding him here.
She'd never been alone with him when he was like this, and between what they'd shared the last time they'd been together, and him being so well to live now, she had no idea what to expect.
The room remained unlit, and in the darkened room, Sally could see that his dark hair was sticking up wildly in places, like he'd been raking his fingers through it. A shotgun was strapped to his back, along with his usual assortment of hardware in the holsters at his hips. He was obviously fresh off patrol.
"Couldn't stay away." He was grumbling, his deep timbered voice difficult to understand. His expression was hard to read in the failing light, but she could tell he wasn't smiling, and that was something.
"Eddie..," she started, not sure what to say. She wanted to ask him where he'd been, why he'd drank so much. Was something wrong? But as much as she wanted him to stay and actually talk with her, she knew she had to get him to leave.
If anyone found out he was here... and he couldn't exactly have been inconspicuous, stomping up here in full weapons and armor. Yes, he needed to leave. He needed to leave, and she needed to speak to the doorman and anyone else who might have seen him come up.
She couldn't do this. She couldn't be with him. He was all wrong, and he'd never make her happy. He didn't even know what happiness was. He pretended. He laughed. He took what he could from life, but it would never be enough. For either of them.
"You need to go," she started, hating the tone of her voice, and how utterly unconvincing it sounded.
Closing the distance between them with unsteady steps, he leaned in close, bringing the smell of booze, and cigars, and sweat with him. His hand came down upon her hip, sliding around to her back. "You're so soft. So sweet..." He pulled her to him, not kissing her, but letting his forehead come down to rest against hers. "Wanted to stay away. Couldn't," he muttered.
Sally's chest felt tight, constricted. Her eyes fell shut and she felt herself lean into him, her hands sliding up to curve around the back of his neck, then up into his hair. He'd said flattering things to her before. He'd teased, made her laugh. But he'd never been this sweet, never seemed so vulnerable, so needy.
They stayed like that for a drawn out moment, his warm breath fanning her lips.
Then his other arm was there, hugging her to him. His lips came down, slowly touching hers, softly, like a whisper. She responded, pressing her lips into his and felt his arms tighten around her, lips hardening. The kiss deepened, and he groaned into her mouth, his tongue pushing its way inside to touch and taste.
Suddenly it was a race to see who could get him out of his clothing the fastest. They divested him of his firearms first, moving onto his shoulder armor, the elbow guards, gloves, chest plate, boots, and pants. His dark underclothing seemed to disappear in the shadows, leaving him bare, pressing up against her thinly clad body.
They made it to Sally's big brass bed before he started ripping at her expensive nightgown, nipping the skin of her throat and shoulders with sharp teeth.
Her hands ran down his body, tracing the sleek lines of his back and flanks, rubbing his lightly furred chest and belly. He had her nightclothes off now, squeezing her aching breasts in his rough skinned hands. His head bent, and he ran his tongue over her sharp pink nipples before sucking one hard point into his mouth, drawing on her with strong hard pulls.
He pushed a knee between her legs, making himself some room, and she felt him brush against her belly like a branding iron. Reaching down, she grasped him in small fingers, squeezing him tight. Her breast popped out of his mouth and he grunted, throbbing against her palm.
Bringing his own hand between them, he brushed a hard, thick finger through her pubic hair, sliding down and over her clit before pressing it inside her. Pushing deep, he caressed her inside, curling his finger until the tip bumped her at an angle. She whimpered and his mouth returned to hers, biting and sucking at her lips as his hand slid back, two fingers working their way inside her this time. She felt her body stretch for him as he widened the distance between his fingers, stroking her with quick, hard movements.
She couldn't think, couldn't move, could only sprawl beneath him, clutching his cock in her hands as he fucked her with his fingers.
The sensations built on top of each other until something inside of her broke apart, and she cried out against his mouth.
He started licking his fingers, then made a move to bring his head down between her legs. Remembering the last time they were together, Sally stopped him with a hand on his chest. Pushing slightly, she started kissing his big warm body. Her mouth tasted a path over his hard pectoral muscles, licking and nipping him with her teeth down, down, over his firm abs and belly, stopping to tease his bellybutton with a flick of her tongue. Reaching for his cock, she squeezed him in her fist, making his breath come out in a hiss. She'd done this before, instances that she didn't like to think about, with faceless men who'd pushed her into doing it. She'd never actually wanted to do this to a man before, never wanted to please one so much, and she'd never been so turned on by the idea of it, of taking this part of a man into her mouth, tasting him in the most intimate way. It brought a sense of power with it, adding to her excitement.
Ringing him in her fingers, she swiped at the head with a soft, rolling lick before capping him in her mouth. His breathing was loud, hands bunching in her hair as she sucked him in, taking him as deep as she could manage. He jerked in her grip as she started bobbing her head, mimicking the movements their bodies were going to make, caressing the length of him with lips and tongue. He moved with her, a few quick, shallow thrusts, before pulling her back and off him.
Coming up to his knees between her legs, Blake pulled her up against him, and set her astride his thighs. Sally bit his shoulders as he lifted her, bringing her down onto his dick with one strong push.
She felt stuffed and weak, and doubted her ability to move in this position, but all she had to do was feel as he grabbed her under her ribcage and began moving her up and down on him, controlling her body and their movements. His ass muscles clenched, pushing his hips up to meet her on every downward thrust, slamming them together in sweetly violent collisions.
The bed shook forcefully beneath them, and her hair seemed to be everywhere, tangled around them as his mouth moved over her throat, cheeks, and lips, kissing her wildly. Gasping, she tightened on him, feeling her orgasm wash over her body in waves. Feeling the crisis within her, Blake pushed her back against the pillows. Dark eyes flashing at her in the dim light, his body came down over hers, shoulders blocking out the room.
Moving in uneven, fast jerks, he hooked one hand behind her right knee and braced the other on her chest, just below her collarbone. He was heavy, and it hurt, making it difficult to breathe, but it turned her on even more, sharpening the pleasure as he worked toward his own climax.
He was hitting her deep, slamming against her womb, and as she felt herself go over again from the intense stimulation, he grasped her upper arms, pulling her mouth into his and kissing her deeply as he came, his seed splashing inside her in hot spurts.
Sally's toes curled and her eyes flew open as she realized that he hadn't pulled out this time. He was drunk, but she wasn't, and now things were getting dangerous.
Clutching her to him, he pulled out, his softening cock slipping wetly from between her legs as he moved to her side. Laying down on his back, he pulled her against him, placing a kiss on the top of her disheveled head.
Catching her breath, Sally searched for something to say. They really hadn't talked at all, about what they were doing or why he was even here, and for how long. Her reputation was important to her, and placing it and her emotional well-being in jeopardy was beyond stupid. She was too smart to be behaving like this, to be taking these risks.
And she was still in the dark in so many ways.
Realizing that he was asleep now, she snuggled into him, promising herself that she'd only give him an hour or two before she'd wake him up and demand some answers.
It seemed like only a matter of moments before he stirred against her. Pulling his arm out from under her, he left the bed, walking with heavy steps toward his discarded clothing.
Sally wanted to be angry with him, wanted to tell him not to come back, but in the end, she stood in her living room watching him, and clutching a bedsheet around her body, she said nothing, desperately holding back the desire to ask him to stay.
He was silent, too, and in no time at all, he was suited up and opening her door. He paused, and turning back, he gave her a quick, hard kiss.
Then he was gone.
A/N: I never beta my work, so please speak up if you see something that looks wrong. I was going to edit the crap out of the naughty parts, like I did last chapter, but right now, I'm just too lazy to do it. Give me a holler if you think it's too offensive as it is, and I'll chop it down for you.
No excuse for this, really, aside from the fact that I just sat down and quickly wrote it, because this is what I felt like writing. It doesn't advance the plot very much, but you'll forgive me one chapter of smut for smut's sake, right? I thought I'd make a drunkin' Eddie end up being a bit fluffy (since he seems to get so sentimental the 1 and only time we see him drunk in the novel). I know how I want this thing to end, but I'm making the steps along the way up as I go. Reviews always inspire me to continue faster, so I'd appreciate hearing from you!