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"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.

He shrugs, trying to look innocent with his usual lack of success. "The boys like to breathe free."

He helpfulls wriggles out of his sweatpants.

She rolls her eyes as she tosses his pants somewhere in the vicinity of the rest of their clothes.

Now for the fun part. She grins wickedly and begins nibbling her way up his thigh, coming so close, so close, but changing her course every time at the last second.

Teasing Charlie is fun, really.

Particularly because he makes such interesting noises.

It doesn't take long for him to be shaking and quivering in her hands.

She runs a thumb tenderly along his length as she glances up at him.

"If you want me to. . .I will."

"ohgodyesplease"

There isn't a man alive who'd turn down a blowjob. Really.

"Okay," she smiles and then she doesn't say anything else because she's too busy kissing and licking him.

"Oh my god," he breathes, "oh, god, Claire . . ." He touches her face tenderly.

"Yes?" she pulls away, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

He gives her a look and then sits up, pulling her to him again and kissing her hard. "More naked," he mutters into her neck.

"Yess," she hisses as her bare chest meets his. She doesn't even wait for him to help her, quickly fumbling with the buttons of her jeans, and then scrambling off him so she can pull them off.

He watches her with dark eyes, rubbing his mouth.

Once she's completely naked, she glances over at him and bites her lip.

She isn't shy, exactly, just. . . it's been the better part of a year leading up to this and it's all suddenly so very real.

"Hi," she blushes.

"Hi."

He grins at her and holds out his hands. "C'mere, beautiful."

She moves closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and nuzzling his nose with her own.

"Charlie," she sighs and closes the distance between them to kiss him.

"Hmm, Claire," he answers and pulls them onto the bed, kissing her sweetly and softly and his hands learn her skin.

She shivers, arching against those calloused hands that she's wondered about for so long, as her own find him again and tease him, exploring, memorizing.

"It's. . .time, Charlie," she murmurs. "Finally."