Title: Meet Sal
Author: kbk
Claimer: Sal is mine and I love her to pieces and she is evil like whoa and will kill you if you attempt to steal her or Eddie here.
Notes: I wrote this for a fiction competition at university. I can't quite believe I actually handed it in because there is like porn and stuff.

It was his hair that caught Sal's attention, ash-blond strands glinting at her from the tousled mass of honey and whiskey and caramel. It flopped quite adorably across his forehead as he stared into his drink, and when he pushed it back she saw that he was wearing dark nail-varnish. Oh, yes, she thought, oh very much yes.

Eddie would have been very surprised indeed if he could have heard what the woman by the bar was thinking. All he felt, though, was miserable; the only voice inside his head was the one telling him what an utter loser he was. He wasn't surprised until a pint glass was plunked down beside his half-finished one and someone dropped gracefully into the seat across from his.

Sal was delighted by the expression on the boy's face: the way he blinked rapidly and pursed his lips, not to mention the furrow between his eyebrows that was just lickable. She smiled at him, trying to keep it light and friendly. He didn't appear to be convinced, because he frowned a little more and then pushed the full pint towards her.

"I can't take this," he said. It was Sal's turn to frown, and she added a touch of a pout to it as well, hoping her lipgloss was still mostly intact. It claimed to "make your lips lush and kissable," though she'd really picked it because she liked the smell.

"Why not?" she asked, nudging the drink back halfway. "I promise I didn't spike it. I'll even get you a fresh one if you like."

"I didn't think that. I just... I'm not here for anything but a drink." He returned the pint to her.

"And I'm giving you a drink." She pushed said drink back towards him violently enough that a little sloshed over the rim and splashed on the table.

Eddie gazed at the pool of liquid for a long moment. It was the first time he'd wanted to laugh in days. He heard a light chuckle and looked up, met the woman's dark dancing eyes with a grin of his own.

"Take the damn drink," she said, still smiling, and Eddie noticed for the first time how warm and smooth her voice was, like velvet or cashmere.

He set the disputed beer to one side and then took a swallow of the drink he'd been working on before she arrived. She watched him, keeping quiet. "So," he said, "I'm Eddie."

"Sal," she told him, lifting her hand a little, then tucking it under her chin as a prop. She had intended to shake Eddie's hand, but decided that might be overly formal. The nuances of social convention were of great concern to Sal. She sipped at her drink and watched him through her eyelashes, enjoying how his gaze skittered across her.

Eddie was becoming increasingly confused as to why there was a beautiful woman sitting at his table. He could almost accept that she had felt sorry for him, but she hadn't left and she hadn't invited him to talk about it and he wasn't sure but he thought she might be a lesbian, what with the androgynous name and the mannish haircut and all, and in that case she couldn't be trying to pick him up so what the hell was going on?

It only took a minute or so for Eddie to break. "What do you want?" he asked despairingly.

Sal blinked at him, slowly. "I want to sit here and have a drink."

Eddie blinked back at her, then, very deliberately, drank down the last portion of his first beer. He set aside the glass and picked up the drink she had bought him. "Why sit with me?" he asked.

"You looked like you could use the company," Sal replied. "You looked like you could use the beer, too. It's my random act of kindness for the day." She felt no qualms about lying to him.

Eddie took a long drink. "My boyfriend left me," he said. She hadn't asked, but he felt he should explain anyway. Also, it might dissuade her from trying to have sex with him, because although those were some very nice breasts she had there, smallish but high and well-rounded, Eddie was not affected by them, as Eddie was very much gay.

"That sucks." Sal raised her glass to him in mockery of a toast.

"That sucks tremendously." Eddie had been trying not to think about it. Or, to be more precise, Eddie had been thinking about it non-stop for two days even though he told himself he shouldn't.

"Feel like a rebound fuck, then?" Sal asked, voice totally serious but a smile on her face.

"I'm gay." It wasn't fair at all, thought Eddie, that his first and possibly only offer of this nature was from a woman.

Sal frowned at him a little. "It's just bodies," she said. "It doesn't matter. Just flesh and blood."

Eddie hadn't expected her to persist, though at least she wasn't trying to convince him that all he needed was a nice girl and he'd see the error of his ways. He sighed, drank again. Sal was still looking at him. "I like cock, woman."

Sal tilted her head to one side, one corner of her mouth curled up. "I have strap-ons."

What worried Eddie was... well, a couple of things, the first being that he was pretty sure she was serious, the second and worse being that he was actually tempted.

"Go on," she said, voice sliding deeper. "You know you want to." She nudged his ankle with her foot, just briefly, encouraging him. He was busy looking dubious as she leaned across the table and slid her hand around the back of his neck. "It'll be good."

Eddie wasn't exactly sure what was going on in his head, but he quickly found himself walking down the street with Sal's arm around his waist and her hand on his ass. The warmth and the slim strength of her felt like the very essence of security.

And then they were in the front room of Sal's flat, and Eddie stood quiescent for her while she stripped him and bent him over the back of the sofa and wandered into the bedroom to get the promised toys.

Sal had to stop in the doorway, settling the harness around her hips, just stop and look at the boy waiting for her, all that pale skin on display for her; Eddie looked absolutely delicious.

She was severely tempted to skip the sex and get to the part where she ate him, but really, she thought, he deserved something nice.

Eddie passed out quite happily after she fucked him. It was the best sex he could remember having. Of course, he didn't remember it for long.