So what did happen after Charity kissed Vanessa for that first time in the cellar? This is my take. Comments are more than welcome :)
The moment hung there, floating in the air between them and Vanessa had absolutely no idea what to do with it. Her lips were parted and her breath hitched, her body as still and unmoving as the moment itself.
It must've only lasted a few seconds but the press of Charity's lips was so real, so unexpected and so undeniably needed that it still felt like they were there. She was shocked, that much was true and a part of her thought she was imagining it and if she hadn't of been able to feel the heat of Charity's body next to her then she might've been able to convince herself that she was.
It was real, though, and Charity was real. She was very real, wedged there next to her with her face still only a few inches away. Her breath was warm as it ghosted over Vanessa's lips, hovering there all soft and inviting as she waited to see what Vanessa would do.
Vanessa swallowed as she felt her chest do something surprising. As she felt her body react traitorously and her fingers itch to reach out and pull the other woman back again. It was disconcerting but so very, very tempting at the same time. She exhaled softly, and that was when she felt her body tremble.
Her eyes were still closed, still shielded by her mask that she was thankful for as she managed to feel as distant as she was present. Like she was hiding at a safe distance but still somehow very much in this unlikely but not entirely unwelcome moment. She exhaled again as Charity inched backward, as those unbelievably soft lips retreated and her index finger dropped away from her chin. In that split second Vanessa mourned the loss and she wanted those lips back, however ill-advised it may be but call it the alcohol (which she would later, repeatedly) but how long had it been since someone had kissed her like that? How long since anyone had come on to her, flirted with and charmed her, drawing her in with a soft voice and a finger to the underside of her chin?
Try never, that last one anyway and she really didn't care that it was Charity. In that moment she didn't care who she was, not at all because all she wanted was those soft lips back and the feeling of being wanted that was lurking there behind them.
Vanessa lifted her head just slightly, the semblance of a nod as she angled her head a little more toward the chair, her chest falling heavily as she released the breath she didn't even know she was holding and then those lips were back, pressing into her own with a little more intent but at the same time a little hesitant, as if they were just as bemused and unsure as hers were.
The hesitancy didn't last for long, however. As Charity pushed forwards her lips enveloped Vanessa's bottom one, pulling it in and tugging it back with her, Charity's throat making a possessive low sound that rumbled through Vanessa, turning her on with a jolt that landed right in the pit of her stomach.
It was her turn to move, then, and so Vanessa pushed all objection out of her mind and kissed Charity back, properly this time as she leaned her weight into her side, enjoying more than she could fathom the soft press of Charity's warm body against her own.
Charity's hand was at her neck in an instant, the one that had been hovering just under her chin and then Vanessa felt strong fingers dig into the underside of her jaw and into her neck just below her ear, pulling her that little bit closer as her thumb swiped gently across her cheek.
It happened so quickly, so suddenly that it was just as mind-numbing as the kiss itself; the hurried and incessant thud of Vanessa's heart that only grew heavier with each moment that passed. With each new kiss and movement of their lips she felt it deeply in the back of her throat, in her gut and in the side of her neck where Charity's third and little fingers were pushing into the column of her skin. It was intoxicating, really, and only amplified by the absurdity of it. Her body was lighting up with every new touch like a tsunami of arousal assaulting her from every direction, and Vanessa was helpless to stop it.
They moved together easily, Vanessa's chest making contact with Charity's first and then her hips as their bodies angled toward each other of their own accord and it was all Vanessa could do stop the movement completely. Her abdomen was getting dangerously close to rubbing up against Charity's hip but somehow, she managed to hold that back, for now. Instead she reached her left hand up and grabbed onto Charity's bicep, pulling her arm a touch closer as she felt Charity's mouth open and her head tilt in a way that meant this was only going to become more heated. Much more heated and Vanessa moaned into Charity's mouth at the very idea of it.
Charity trailed her tongue across Vanessa's bottom lip causing Vanessa's nails to instantly dig into the material of Charity's blazer, penetrating almost through to her skin as another breath caught in Vanessa's throat, a deep exhale quick to follow as Vanessa felt it all the way down to her toes. The feeling thundering through her and all Vanessa wanted to do was chase it.
Charity revelled in it. The idea that this was doing something to Vanessa and that she was teetering on the edge of being lost to it. Charity wanted to grin at it, to bask in the knowledge that she was still capable of this, of seducing someone to such an extent with the power of her words and charm and good looks. It had been a while, after all, and an even longer while since she had kissed someone without any apparent gain. Other than thinking it would be an interesting idea.
What was even more appealing though, Charity suddenly felt as Vanessa clung to her and she moaned breathily over her lips as Charity's tongue retreated a little, was that it had been an absolute lifetime since someone had kissed and responded to her so honestly and genuinely, as clearly Vanessa had no apparent gain from this either. In that moment Charity wished she hadn't covered Vanessa's eyes with her mask, regardless of how great a move it was because now she couldn't flick her gaze up and gauge what the other woman was thinking. All she had was the quick hitch of Vanessa's chest, the low hum developing in the back of her throat and the impatient way her fingers were curling in her blazer as if she wanted her closer. As if she wanted Charity's lips on hers again. Like maybe she wanted her for no other reason than just wanting her.
Actually Charity was very glad she couldn't see Vanessa's eyes.
It was a good felling though. Great even, and one Charity had forgotten all about. It was just a kiss though, she thought as she paused once again. Her eyes fixing on Vanessa's lips. Just a kiss.
Charity slid her hand around to the back of Vanessa's neck, moving it up and into her hair line so her fingers could find greater purchase just as Vanessa's hand dropped from Charity's bicep, sliding under her arm and up onto her shoulder blade. Both of them pulling simultaneously as they met each other half way in a hurried mess of lips and tongues and a barrage of sensations neither wanted to think about.
Vanessa couldn't remember feeling anything like it, not so quickly and this certainly wasn't the first drunken make out session she'd had. Not even in the least but it was definitely the first time she'd felt anything close to the sudden heat that was engulfing her entire body from the inside out. It was so rapid her head would be cloudy even without the whiskey but there was no doubt about the fire that was sparking within her. No doubt about the way her heart rattled her ribcage and how she just couldn't stop the groans that were forming as Charity did marvellous things with her tongue.
It was lust inducing, and Vanessa couldn't pull Charity any closer if she tried. Their bodies were firmly together, neatly in the middle of the love seat with Charity angled a little over Vanessa with her hand getting even more lost in her hair. Her fingertips every now and then digging into Vanessa's scalp causing Vanessa to push her head back a little to spur them on, the pressure at the base of her skull so good it made her eyes roll back in her head.
Charity's body felt amazing against hers, so firm and soft which could also be said for her hands as well as her lips. And her tongue. She was warm and pliant and when Vanessa moved, so did she. Only small adjustments like Vanessa's hand to Charity's lower back and then to her hip, just as Charity's dropped from Vanessa's hair to her shoulder to just over her ribs. It made Vanessa shiver, a sensation that shot along and up her entire side making her want to feel Charity's touch more.
Her hand wasn't there for long, though, as Charity's fingers seemed to be just as restless as her tongue. They rubbed into Vanessa's ribs and over her side for a good few moments, mapping out the contours there before her thumb inched upward and caused her whole hand to stall for a second or two, before carrying on down to her hip. Vanessa groaned as Charity pressed closer, prompting her hand that had pulled on Charity's hip in encouragement to move up to Charity's jaw, holding her exactly where she wanted her and the moan that Charity released in response was like striking a bass line right to her core.
It reverberated, spreading outward through her body in a ripple effect and it was damn near the most erotic thing Vanessa could remember experiencing. It made her body jump and she prayed to God Charity hadn't felt it.
They came apart briefly; to gasp in some much needed air before one of them would re-tilt their head and go in for another kiss. Both of them far too starved of this kind of attention to want to stop and seeing as they were locked in, why the hell not?
Charity had no idea where any of this had come from. None at all, just that she felt like it would be a good idea at the time and she supposed it was a way to mess with the woman who thought she could drunkenly call Charity Dingle out on all of her shit. The thing was, though, that her initial kiss was a hell of a lot softer than she'd planned and Vanessa had been so much more receptive than she'd expected. She was honestly expecting a slap or a shove, an outraged rebuff at the very least but instead what she had, was this, and the kicker was that Charity actually liked it.
Very much so, in fact, and she welcomed Vanessa's curiosity because she was curious too. About what exactly she didn't know but what she did know was that she wanted it to last for as long as possible. It was spontaneous with no agenda behind it, and nothing was quite as important to Charity right then, as that.
She could tell how much Vanessa was enjoying it, that was wholly obvious but it was lighting her up too. It was all lighting her up and making her feel things in places she really wasn't expecting to. Not whilst kissing Vanessa Woodfield and that was a whole new development entirely but Charity couldn't deny it (she'd save that for later). Her heart was beating faster than it had done in years, thick behind her ears and deep beneath her skin. It practically pulsed there, tugging at something Charity would rather stay buried and she only felt it deeper with every flick of Vanessa's tongue against her own. Every time Vanessa's hand wandered and her fingers pulled at Charity she couldn't stop her reaction and she only wanted more.
Especially the way Vanessa moaned. That Charity felt reverberate down her spine and settle somewhere deep in her gut and a part of her wanted so much more than this and perhaps with anyone else Charity would. She'd push it to see just how far she could go but something stopped her, just as her hand was poised to round the curve of Vanessa's hip and let it wander further. Charity stopped and brought her hand back up and into Vanessa's hair.
This was more than enough for the moment and surprisingly, as she was finding out the longer this went on that Vanessa was an incredible kisser. The best in recent history, as far as she could remember and it made Charity raise her brow a little. She was turned on beyond belief, and only getting more so with each moment that ticked by. She was starting to feel a yearning that only wanted more and it was quickly making her clothes become more and more uncomfortable the hotter she became.
Charity didn't often feel like this and she was actually thankful for the dodgy lock on the door. As protected as Vanessa felt with her eyes concealed Charity felt just as hidden and secure by the knowledge of that lock. They were secluded away, tucked cosily into this armchair away from prying eyes and judgement. Charity didn't have to feel as guarded as she did when she was surrounded by people. People with their opinions and reprimanding expressions, waiting for her to mess up and see who could come out with the most biting remark. No one knew where they were here and down here, Charity held all the power. Vanessa wasn't about to yell out and draw attention to them and by all accounts she was more than content to stay glued to Charity's side, busy as she was stealing the air from Charity's lungs and amazingly, Charity was more than happy to let her.
She was very happy, in fact, and she was beginning to groan just as heavily in Vanessa's mouth as she was into hers.
The sensations though quickly became too much. Too much for anyone to keep up without parting properly for air and an ounce of composure, regardless of how much whiskey had been consumed. They were pulling at each other fervently, their chests moving too hurriedly for the space beneath their clothes and neither of them, really, could justify where it might go.
That respectful voice in Charity's head reminded her that Vanessa was much more drunk than she was and for some inexplicable reason that she didn't want to analyse, she cared about Vanessa's wellbeing and didn't want her to regret it. A kiss maybe, but not sex. Not because of alcohol. So Charity broke the kiss and tried to push that caring thought right out of her head as Vanessa rested her hand against Charity's shoulder, not pushing her away but keeping her in place instead.
Vanessa sucked in several breaths and then pulled the mask down from her face, letting it drop to her chest and the bewildered expression that painted her face would be comical, if only she could see it.
She was making out with Charity Dingle.
After a moment or so of silence Charity chuckled a little, the natural raspy note in her tone even deeper now and Vanessa was horrified to realise how it sent a shudder right through her.
"Well you're just full or surprises, aren't you?" Charity uttered, the husk in her voice only serving to turn Vanessa on all the more more and she was hard pressed not to just kiss her again to shut her up.
Vanessa's eyes flicked to Charity's and it flashed through her mind like lightning. What exactly should she be full of? Anger, shock, regret? Should she be outraged that Charity had kissed her? Or outraged at herself for kissing her back?
At the lack of any answer Charity suddenly became thirsty so she straightened up a little and reached over the back of the chair to grab the whiskey bottle, turning so she was less on her side and more able to swig the liquid down.
Vanessa just watched her, still stuck on her same thought. She wasn't full of anything like it, just overwhelmed with arousal the likes of which she hadn't felt in forever and she wasn't about to lose sight of it now, even if Charity was the one sparking it. She could blame the alcohol, right? The alcohol was making her attracted to Charity. The alcohol was making Vanessa want to kiss her again, even though she wasn't the one drinking it right then. It was the late hour, the grief, the being locked in a cellar and stuck in a comfy chair with a hot blonde whose body was still warm and firm and pressed against her side.
It was because she was good with her tongue and Vanessa didn't want to stop kissing her. Charity was acting like she wanted her and that really, was the most seductive thing of all.
Charity chugged back another mouthful and banged the bottle down on the table, gasping as if the whiskey was the first mouthful to hit the back of her drink-shy throat. She missed the taste of Vanessa then. The things she did with her tongue and it made a slight furrow appear between her eyebrows. She wondered, briefly, when she'd ever wanted to kiss somebody so much and then her head then hit the back of the chair as if to knock any further thought right out of it.
Charity rolled her head little to the side so she was looking across at Vanessa, those eyes now a deeper and fuller green than Vanessa had ever seen them and it made her think then, when she had first noticed the colour of Charity's eyes.
Charity blinked and then grinned, her nonchalance quick to return as her brows raised as if she was about to say something, but Vanessa leaned across the tiny space that had opened up between them and placed her hand back on the curve of Charity's jaw, tilting her face up a little as she moved in closer.
"Don't ruin it," Vanessa whispered, before she closed her eyes and kissed her again.