bloodyrockgod | (no subject)

Best way to take care of nerves, that.

She sighs into the kiss, opening her mouth to him, one hand cupping his neck and bringing him closer.

His hand presses against the small of her back, bringing her closer still, and there's a soft hum form his throat as the kiss deepens, lingers.

She pulls away for the briefest second, just long enough to whisper his name before she slants her mouth over his again.

Her other hand finds the collar of his shirt and grabs it, holding on.

He smiles at her whisper and his hand slides down her back to her bottom.

It's very blatant. Charlie sux at subtil.

She giggles and nips at his bottom lip in appreciation.

He picks her up without preamble, both hands under her ass, still kissing her. He's multitalented that way.

She has no choice, really, but to wrap her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.

The position gives her a slight height advantage and she wastes no time in tilting his head back and exploring his mouth.

Mmmm . . . he likes. He walks carefully towards his bedroom, head tilted back and tongue playing with hers.

She clings to him, laughing softly when they bump into his doorframe.

"Put me down," she grins when they're close enough to his bed. "So I can touch you."

He lays her back and then kneels over her, bending to kiss her again, one hand in her hair.

"Charlie," she murmurs as the kiss trails off. She opens her eyes and watches him, her gaze dark already.

"Don't change your mind, okay?"

"Won't," he whispers. His mouth moves softly over her cheeks and chin and cheekbones. "Won't."

"Good," she smiles and then pulls him back to her mouth. She kisses him with a sudden urgency as her hands find their way underneath his shirt, scratching lightly up and down his spine.

He chuckles and shivers and starts nibbling on her neck.

"Mm," she sighs and squirms, trying to get closer to his mouth and away from it at the same time.

Oh, yes. He's found one of her spots.

This makes him laugh again and bring out the tongue to tickle her even more.

"Charlie," she whispers again, combing her fingers through his hair, while her other hand skips down his back to his ass.

There is too much space still between them.

Well, that's very easily corrected, and he rests his body on hers.

Her leg slips up around his hip as she kisses her way down his jaw to his ear.

"Much better," she murmurs.

He nuzzles her, then rolls onto his back, pulling her on top of him. "Clothes," he murmurs and pushes up her tanktop.

She agrees wholeheartedly, pulling off her top and throwing it on the floor, before reaching behind her to unfasten her bra.

However, before that too can be discarded she is suddenly overcome with the need to kiss him again, and so she does, resting her hands on both sides of his head as she attacks his mouth hungrily.

He chuckles, reaching back to take off the bra for her. His hands mold to her breasts, thumbs lightly brushing her nipples.

She shudders and then sits up abruptly in his lap, peering down at him through her lashes. Her fingertips sneak underneath his shirt again and swirl designs along his waistband.

"Have you thought about this before, Charlie? Us?"

"Yeah," he admits quietly. "I'm not, like, following a plan or anything, though.

"Have you . . . thought about us?"

"Yes," she grins and pushes up his shirt so she can kiss his stomach.