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“Well, I assume you don’t want to make out so…first boyfriend?” Edie asks as she opens the marker, in order to create a timeline for all her boyfriends. Susan pausing a moment, before giving a look only reserved for the blonde.
“Edie,” She sighs, her head to one side.
“Relax Mayer, it was a joke. I’m not coming on to you.”
Susan hums, brushing off the comment. “I am not talking about all my past boyfriends.”
“Okay. Let’s just focus on one then, Jackson. You really like him?” The blonde searching Susan’s eye’s for an answer.
“I do, he’s great- wait, I thought you didn’t want to talk about him.”
“Well, I don’t. But I figure you do so- what the hell, we got time.” Edie smiles leaning forward, “unless, you do wanna make out? My offer still stands.”
“Edie!”
“Again. Joking.” The blonde lies as she looks at the brunette standing in front of her. Adjusting her seated position.
“Okay…well in that case, I have been having some doubts, about moving with him. So, do you think it’s a bad idea?” Susan asks earnestly, pacing lightly around the small quarters.
“Since when do you care what I think?” Edie asked, her curiosity bubbling. “since always.” Susan replied without hesitation.
Edie furrowed her perfectly manicured eyebrows at Susan's response. Following as the brunette walked over to sit on the floor next to the blonde.
“Hmm.” Edie sounded. The expression on her face saying what she wasn’t with words. She was flattered.
“So, Jackson. What do you think?” Susan asked, hunching her back, her legs crossed and her big eyes looking up at Edie.
“I think you are only with him because you can’t stand being alone, he’s good with your kid and because he was the first guy to be nice to you since your divorce.”
“wow. That’s a bit harsh, don’t you think?” Susan half laughs but still offended.
“Look, I’m just being honest, and besides, I think you could do better.” The blonde was looking down at the eyes of the brunette.
“You don’t even know him,” Susan says softly.
“That’s true,” Edie nods, looking across the room, then turning her head back to look at Susan, “but I know you. And I don’t think he’s good enough for you.” Edie sighs, moving her eyes away from the brunette’s, and looking to the floor.
“And how do you know what’s good enough for me?”
Edie let out a breath, “I don’t know. I just think you deserve more.” She smiled.
Susan was stunned by Edie's openness. Normally a comment on her dating life was followed by an insult, but this felt different. Edie cared.
The two sat in silence. Comfortable. Susan watched Edie as she drew a meaningless doodle on the paper she got out for the “calendar” of her dating history.
“What's that?” Susan asks, pointing to a blob on the page.
“A flower. What does it look like.”
“right. Of course, it is. I see it now.” Edie rolls her eyes at Susan’s obvious lie.
“DaVinci, why don’t you draw something instead of judging me. I mean you do this for a living right?”
“Okay. What should I draw?”
“Something in this room that doesn’t make you want to kill yourself.” Edie let out as she moves off the paper, settling beside Susan.
“Okay. But you have to promise not to look until it’s done. Okay?”
“What are you, 9?”
“Edie.”
“Fine” The blonde spins around on her butt, so she’s facing away from Susan, and the paper.
-10 minutes go by-
“Are you aware that you hum when you draw? It’s very annoying.” Edie says with a smile on her face. It’s a blatant lie. She actually found it cute.
-4 more minutes-
“Are you almost done? There's not much for me to look at in here, and it’s very depressing.”
“Yeah, just one sec… and….Done!” Susan smiled, sounding proud of herself.
“Can I turn around now?”
“Yes”
As the blonde turned back around so that the paper and Susan were in view her breath hitched in her throat. She was not expecting a portrait of her. In all her glory. Susan drew Edie.
“Mayer!”
“Now I know its kinda crappy, the marker was running out of ink, I couldn’t do any other colours, and I was only going off memory so-“
There’s a pause as Edie grazes her eyes over the drawing.
“Do you like it?”
“Mhmm,” Edie said turning her face away so Susan couldn’t see.
“Edie? You okay?” Susan asks as she leaned her body on the blonde’s back, placing her hand on the exposed arm.
“I’m fine. It’s just umm”
Susan was confused. Edie got up from the floor and walked over to the area in front of the door.
“Dammit, look at me. A couple of hours with a little Disney princess reject that hums as she works and I’m going soft.” Edie says, swiping a lonesome tear from her cheek.
“Edie, are you,-are you crying?” Susan asks, trying not to smile. She had never seen Edie like this before.
“No! I don’t cry,” Edie says with a frustrated tone. “I just really like your stupid picture. Okay?”
“Is that all? Because I don’t think that’s what it is.”
“Why did you have to draw me? There are so many other things you could’ve drawn. I’m pretty sure I saw a weird clown thingy back there. You could have done that, but no.”
“I’m sorry, I thought you’d like it. You’re the only pretty thing in here. And I prefer to draw pretty things. But I don’t think that’s why you were crying.” Susan says, her head tilted, looking inquisitively at the woman.
“Fine. I don’t want you to move.”
“Why? So you can keep tormenting me?” Susan asks, getting up off the floor and walking closer to the blonde, closing the distance between them. She doesn’t quite believe her.
“No, because I’d miss you too much. Happy now?” Edie says, sounding frustrated, like the words she’s saying are an inconvenience to her. “Don’t you dare tell anyone I said that!” Painting a finger in Susan's face in a threatening manner.
“I won’t,” Susan replies, pushing Edie’s finger away from her face. There’s a brief moment of quiet, neither of them moving. The silence was charged with a familiar tension. The women have felt it countless times before, never addressing it.
Now, the thoughts running through the blonde’s mind were unexpected. Edie Britt has always been a woman that goes after what she wants, in her career, her possessions, and of course most notably, her men. She acts on impulse most of the time. and today is no different.
Edie leans into the brunette, wrapping her arms around her waist, she pulled her in, and without any hesitation, Edie Britt kisses Susan Mayer. It was a quick kiss, but passionate. Edie felt the brunette not kissing her back, so she pulls away, wanting to gauge Susan's reaction.
Once their lips parted, Susan lets out her usual squeak of embarrassment. Which has always “annoyed” Edie.
Susan felt tempted to back away, and forget the kiss ever happened, but seeing Edie looking so vulnerable, her eyes desperately seeking Susan’s approval, she decides to stay put. Susan could tell, even if on the outside she was calm, there was a bullet train running through Edie’s head.
“What was that?”
The blonde is rendered speechless. She did not have a good explanation. Well, she did, but she would never disclose that to Susan.
“Susan I-I’m sorry.“
Susan? Did Edie just say, Susan? The name has never sounded so sweet coming from one's lips. The brunette suddenly feels a rush of want, she wanted Edie to kiss her again. So with a moment of courage, looking into the blonde’s eyes, Susan grabbed Edie’s face in her hands and pulled her in gently. The kiss quickly deepened, the blonde gripping Susan’s body tighter, roaming her hands up and down her torso. Breasts against breasts, hands in hair, sloppy kisses being exchanged. Susan suddenly felt it hard to breathe, so she pulled back just enough to meet Edie’s eyes. Her mind went back to earlier when Edie had made the “jokes” about making out, she is beginning to think Miss Britt was not kidding.
“So, I take it you are taking me up on my earlier offer?” Edie asks, attempting to regain her power at the moment.
“You would really miss me if I moved away?” Susan asks looking at Edie’s lips, her arms around the blonde’s waist.
“Don’t push it, Mayer.”