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Nov. 6th, 2004 12:11 pmCharlie lets himself into the room as silently as he can. He pulls off the floury shirt and drops it in the hamper, and sits wearily on the bed to pull off his shoes.
He lies back, half-undressed, and throws his arm over his eyes.
His body is tired and sore in that good post-sex way--but he knows there will be little sleep for him tonight.
Charlie Pace, Promise Breaker, he thinks and rolls onto his stomach.
David sleeps in the other bed, full of trust and love and faith. Charlie wants to climb in beside him and wrap himself in him--to take David into him so that all he sees, all he hears, all he thinks about is his David.
But his body smells of Loki's and while he has no desire to flaunt it he has no desire to wash it away just yet.
The beloved on the back of Charlie's hand is almost smeared away.
He lies back, half-undressed, and throws his arm over his eyes.
His body is tired and sore in that good post-sex way--but he knows there will be little sleep for him tonight.
Charlie Pace, Promise Breaker, he thinks and rolls onto his stomach.
David sleeps in the other bed, full of trust and love and faith. Charlie wants to climb in beside him and wrap himself in him--to take David into him so that all he sees, all he hears, all he thinks about is his David.
But his body smells of Loki's and while he has no desire to flaunt it he has no desire to wash it away just yet.
The beloved on the back of Charlie's hand is almost smeared away.
