Re: The Apartment: Eddie/Muerte
[Her fingers stilled for just a second when he turned his head, and she pressed her toes against his thigh when he kissed her knee, smiling. She left her foot perched on his leg as she continued to press firm strokes into his neck and upper back, slipping her thumbs under the fabric of his shirt.] I can see where you'd think it was selfish, leaving Gotham. But I don't think it's selfish to take care of yourself, and I think you and Selina knew that you needed time away. [She didn't make any comment about her becoming human. He was right, though, that she that she'd been selfish herself. There was still guilt there, and she was beginning to think there always would be.
When he tipped his head forward, she let out a quiet sound of satisfaction. She leaned forward too (so careful of the things still in her lap) and pressed her lips to the bit of skin showing between his hair and the starched collar of his shirt. She lingered there for a moment, nose pressed into his hair, and sighed warm against the back of his neck. After that moment, she sat back again with a sigh, swiping her thumb over the skin there as she continued to work.] I don't know. He's always been the least changing of all of us, I think.