[And now the more common smirk is back; with the distraction, he dismisses the feeling. She's more interesting than it, for one, and for another he can't categorize it anyway so it's got no use to him. He steps in close to investigate the contents after pressing a kiss to her neck, fishing out the edible and waiting to follow her inside]
Got bored extra quick today, that's all. Complaining? 'Cause I can always go harass the neighbors.
Uh huh. [She's not entirely sure she believes you, Ed, but the kiss helps to derail her thoughts for a moment. Keys are fished out of her pocket, the door is opened and Charlie's carefully herding Phantom back inside with one foot while trying to not step on him as she heads to the kitchen. Thank God Phantom is smart enough to follow. The bag is set down, contents quickly put away and she returns Ed's kiss, a soft press against his lips.]
No bothering the neighbors. They already hate us because of the noise.
[An arm snakes around her waist, and now he chuckles, weird mood dissolved completely in favor of the familiar. He draws the kiss out for a few extra beats, threads fingers in her hair, and she's warm again and breathing and he's so glad for that, and in this moment, between everything else, everything's just so NORMAL and if he were human and the sentimental type he might spare a moment to wish everything could stay like this for eternity.
...But he's not, and he's not, and really he's just a teenage boy, and an undead one at that.]
It does, actually, now that I think about it. [And her room mate is still out. So it's not like they'd be bothering her. And there's another kiss, lasting longer and a bit more than just the press of lips against his she'd given him a moment ago and it was always moments like this when Charlie forgets what Ed is and he isn't a what but a who and all hers. Never mind the cold skin against hers. That stopped mattering weeks ago, back in the desert.
Her arms ease around his shoulders and she pulls away slightly, lips brushing teasingly against his.] Hi.
[She may pull back but he follows all the same, nipping, teasing right back, fingertips tracing along her curves long since memorized, and Ed wouldn't care even if her roommate were here, it would just be another button to push anyway. But there's a little extra urgency to his movements today, not quite edging into desperation but it could easily start heading that way.]
My room. [That's all she says before she's kissing him, a faint slip of tongue and a teasing nibble on his lips before she's leading him out of the kitchen and it's likely she won't break contact for longer than it takes to get the door open. It's his urgency, subtle as it is, that fuels her actions. Guides her hands to the bottom of his shirt, fingers curling into the hem, tugging it upward with an urgency all her own.
Her lips move from his, traveling his jawline, nipping at skin and spots she knew to nibble on or kiss to get just that right huff or sound from him.]
[A pleased growl here and there, a huff of air when she finds the particularly sensitive spots and he arches his neck to give her better access. He accommodates just enough to get the shirt off, then it's her turn, fingers sliding under her shirt and making their way up, hiking the fabric up and out of the way as he progresses, spending extra time on the places he knows will get the reaction he wants, and once the layer's gone he guides her to the bed, easing her down and following soon after, nuzzling and kissing and nipping at her neck while he works on getting the next obstruction out of the way.]
[There's a sigh, a shiver and a soft moan, eyes closing at the sensations of his lips and teeth against her skin so familiar and so overwhelming that the world around them vanished and it was just the two of them, just as she thought it should be. She wanted this, always, just them in their own world of kisses and sighs and just the right touch to send a thrill down her spine and over her skin.
IT's only a moments work, a practiced motion and Charlie has her pants unbuttoned, her other arm around his shoulders and her fingers running over his skin and through his hair. Jeans are eased out of and dropped to the floor, leaving just underwear and bra to work out of next.]
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[And now the more common smirk is back; with the distraction, he dismisses the feeling. She's more interesting than it, for one, and for another he can't categorize it anyway so it's got no use to him. He steps in close to investigate the contents after pressing a kiss to her neck, fishing out the edible and waiting to follow her inside]
Got bored extra quick today, that's all. Complaining? 'Cause I can always go harass the neighbors.
[Teasing. Mostly.]
[feels loaded spam of death. all of this]
No bothering the neighbors. They already hate us because of the noise.
[feels loaded spam of death. all of this]
...But he's not, and he's not, and really he's just a teenage boy, and an undead one at that.]
See, now that just sounds like a challenge.
[feels loaded spam of death. all of this]
Her arms ease around his shoulders and she pulls away slightly, lips brushing teasingly against his.] Hi.
[feels loaded spam of death. all of this]
Hey.
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Her lips move from his, traveling his jawline, nipping at skin and spots she knew to nibble on or kiss to get just that right huff or sound from him.]
[feels loaded spam of death. all of this]
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IT's only a moments work, a practiced motion and Charlie has her pants unbuttoned, her other arm around his shoulders and her fingers running over his skin and through his hair. Jeans are eased out of and dropped to the floor, leaving just underwear and bra to work out of next.]