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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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]
[feels loaded spam of death. all of this]
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.]