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[bloodyrockgod]

Clothing appears in silvery piles on the bedroom floor and there's the soft sound of laughter. Pasta can wait.

"Bed's that way," says Charlie from nowhere.


[ooc: blah blah blah boysmutcakes.]

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[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

"Long as you want me, I'll be around."

Another kiss, this one slower.

[bloodyrockgod]

He nods and buries his head in the crook of Darien's neck a moment.

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

And Darien runs his hand down the back of Charlie's head, down his neck, and holds him tight.

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie straightens up and smiles at him--maybe a little uncomfortably, because Happy Charlie is not supposed to have moments of insecurity--and reaches for a bowl of pasta. "Eat. You need your strength."

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

He taps the bowl.

"That's yours, babe. I had mine."

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie sticks his tongue out at him and eats a large mouthful of pasta rather messily.

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

And gets a sloppy kiss with a bit of marinara sause for his trouble.

[bloodyrockgod]

Would it be corny to confess that's what he was hoping for?