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Tweak says, "The worms crawl out"

Susan Amelia Bones (susanamybones) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-09-04 18:20:00

Entry tags:

character: eddie carmichael, character: susan bones

RP: Cuddles?
Who: Susan and Eddie

What: A rather ridiculous amount of unplanned sex

Where: Eddie's flat

When: Thursday 4th of September - 9am

Rating: NSFW

Susan winced as she walked up the stairs to Eddie's loft. She'd just stopped by to see Alicia who'd spent a good five minutes fussing over her - five minutes less than Justin would have taken, fifteen less than Hannah or Ernie - until finally healing her and giving her a potion. She'd been cajoled into working the nightshift to act as a Law Enforcement representative for the arrival of a group of Goblin emissaries from a small Goblin kingdom under a mountain in Northern Switzerland. Everything had been going fine until the complicated and exhaustive swap of genealogies between the Emissary-General and the Ministry goblin had revealed the fact that their distant ancestors had once been at war. Instead of laughing it off and shaking their heads at the idiocies of the past, the two had gone for one another like, well, two goblins. That was when Susan's shoulder had been broken, and her mood had plummeted. Since Seamus, Dean, and her cete were busy, and she hadn't seen Eddie in ages, so thus she found herself knocking on his door with two bottles of wine and the determination to cuddle and get take-away.

"Oi, open the door, Smiles," she called, knocking briskly.

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upstander
2014-09-05 01:03 am UTC (link)

Though Eddie was himself on forced recuperation from a curse from a Water Demon, he was in far better shape than his red headed companion. Or, well, in a manner of speaking. Because honestly, you would have to be dead below the waist to not notice the shape Susan had going, though he wasn't sure how much he SHOULD be noticing such things. After all, they were just friends, weren't they? Banter was fun, it was hot, but he wasn't sure that he wanted to risk taking things to the logical conclusion with Susan. He didn't want to risk her finding him out as the feckless dick he inevitably ended up being.

Then again, maybe he did.

In any case, Eddie answered the door with a face of exaggerated shows of sympathy, a plate of samosas in one hand and a handful of daisies in the other. "RED, HOW DARE YOU INJURE YOURSELF, IT IS NOT ALLOWED!" he cried, throwing his arms around her, and making an 'oof' in pain as he managed to tweak his own tender left side. "Come in, make yourself at home," he said, handing her the flowers. "Don't say I never gave you anything pretty," he added, though he realized it was probably odd to give her them when she was going to be at his flat for a bit. He looked around and grabbed a mason jar on a shelf. "Uh, you can put them in that, if you want. ANYWAY! I'm glad you're here even if I'm not pleased at all about why. Laila is out, how am I meant to survive alone?"

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susanamybones
2014-09-05 04:22 am UTC (link)

Susan grinned brightly as Eddie opened the with a ridiculously over the top show of sympathetic concern, and grew wider at the sight of the samosas and the daisies. Despite his expression, and his in-journal declaration that he was getting fat, she noted rather appreciatively that he was still fit, muscled, and ridiculously handsome.

“Smiles, I’m sorry but it definitely wasn’t something that I planned! Bloody goblins,” she cried back, allowing herself to be engulfed in a huge hug, wincing at the same time as he as they exacerbated both their injuries. Extricating herself and absentmindedly taking a samosa, she followed him into the flat, accepting the flowers with quirked brows. “I would never say such a thing, love, you give me your time, which is pretty enough in itself. I do like these though,” she added, sniffing at them in a manner reminiscent of ballerina walking past a group of attractive men, which is to say: delicately. She watched him look around with a frown for a moment, before accepting the mason jar with a laugh. “You’re not pleased with the why? The why is because I miss you like a buttock lost in a duel, does that displease you?” She rolled her eyes at him and shook his head. “You’re relishing some time without Laila mothering you, admit it!”

Still smiling, she placed the daisies in their jar by the door, and then pulled him over to the couch. “So,” she said with an arch of her eyebrow. “Tell me everything you’ve been up to. Leave nothing out!” Nodding imperiously, she grabbed another samosa and winced as the action pinged her newly healed shoulder.