bloodyrockgod | (no subject)

"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.

His stomach flutters under her mouth. "Well, good," he says faintly, and his fingers trace her shoulder.

"Very."

She nuzzles his shirt farther up his chest, stopping momentarily to kiss him again, before sitting up and pulling the shirt with her.

He sits up too, hands at her waist, and kisses along her shoulder to the slope of her breast.

She hums again, wiggling in his lap as she arches against him, encouraging him.

He dips his head to her breast and takes a nipple into his mouth, tongue it softly before sucking, hard.

A low, keening sound escapes her as she rocks against him, her fingers tangled in his hair.

He rubs his cheek against her skin, lightly marking her with his stubble, and then lifts her other breast to his hungry mouth.

She tilts her head back, her long hair tickling her bare skin as she squirms against him.

"I think. . .I'd like us to both be. . .more naked, please," she gasps.

He slips his fingers beneath her waistband, stroking her warm soft skin. "Naked's good." He's a big fan of naked.

"Yes. Naked's perfect," she agrees, and pushes him gently back on the bed. She's going to remedy this too-clothed thing as quickly as she can.

Her hands find the waistband of his sweatpants and tug gently, easing them down his hips. She pauses to smirk at him when she discovers his lack of underwear.