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"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."

He hums in agreement and licks her stomach. His hands gently part her thighs and there's a warm dabble of tongue.

"Ooooh," she moans, surprised. She hadn't meant time for that, really, but. . .

She bends one knee, her toes curling against the blanket as she waits to see if he'll do it again.

With a reaction like that, of course he'll do it again.

And again.

And again.

She twists and trembles against his mouth, clutching the blanket underneath her with both hands as he pushes her closer and closer and--

closerclosercloser

--it really won't be long for her, yet.

"Charliecharliecharlie," she chants until she can't make out entire words anymore.

Why make a woman come?

Because you can.

There probably isn't a woman alive who would disagree with that.

And this one certainly isn't disagreeing. In fact, she's rather emphatically agreeing, not loudly, but definitely repeatedly.

And he is doing his best to bring it about, holding her hips, licking and sucking her, moaning a bit himself.

Without her even realizing it, her hand suddenly finds itself entangled in his hair.

Her toes curl.

Her legs tremble.

And she very nearly arches right off the bed.

His tongue slows down until she pushes his head away--enough, quite clearly--and then he sits back on his heels, looking very pleased with himself.

It takes a moment, once he's stopped, for her to come down off the endorphins enough to think coherently again.

She opens her eyes, giving him the once over, and smiles lazily at him.

"Not done, you know."

"I know," he says and pounces, kissing her, tangling them up in legs and fingers and soft flowing hair.

She sighs contentedly and wraps her legs around his waist.

"Want you. . .now" she insists and reaches down to help guide him inside her.

He shudders, keeping his eyes open and fixed on hers, holding her hips and pushing up as she pushes down.

"Yes," she says for no particular reason except that, oh, she's been waiting so long for this.

"Charlie, Charlie," she sighs in awe as their hips begin moving against each other, establishing a rhythm easily.

His head is thrown back and he breathes harshly, trembling all over. He can't speak. Can't form a word.

It's her. Inside her.

She grips his shoulders, leaning closer to kiss his chin as she moves above him. In this position, God, in this position she can feel him everywhere inside her, and as each thrust of her hips meets his, a small strangled noise escapes her lips.

His fingers tangle in her hair and he kisses her open-mouthed, breathing in her breath. His other arm is behind him, supporting them, so his hips are free to move in time with hers. He wants--oh, god, he wants to keep this going forever but he's only human and it's her--

He groans "Claire!" and his fingers knot in her hair more tightly.

"Whenever, Charlie," she murmurs reassuringly against his mouth, kissing him again before the words are even finished.

She manages one hand between them, to help herself along, and quickens their pace, as the fingers of her other hand claw at his shoulder.