"Well," Susan said, lying naked across Eddie's bed. "That was certainly..." she trailed off, trying to think of an adequate superlative. The first time on the sofa had been good. The second time against the wall and on the kitchen bench had been mind blowing. The third time, well the third time had led her to make noises that could have set car alarms off from thirty metres.
She moved onto her side, wincing as her shoulder twinged slightly, and looked at Eddie steadily. The sweat gleaning on his perfect chest made her itch to rake her nails across it to add to the scratches already there, while the rather sight of the rather impressive equipment between his legs nearly made her want to climb back on top of him and go for round four. Except of course she was fairly sure the chaffing would become a rather pressing issue by that point. Instead, she reached across and ran her finger along the lines of his smile. "Two things: one, where did you learn to do that thing with your tongue? Because fuck me that was impressive. Two, are we uh," she bit her lip, and furrowed her brow. "What are we calling what just happened? I mean I know you can never get around to owling girls when your on mission, and we both know that I am a bit of a free agent so...?"