Title: Tangled
Part:1/1
Pairing: E/C
Rating: T
Summary: His button up shirt is dangling precariously from your lamp shade by the door and you can't seem to recall what happened to your heels.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters.
A/N: This is as risqué as I get, so take it for what its worth. I like the imagination to have its own role in things. Enjoy my mindless drabble.
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It's too hot out, and you're too close. Too close for comfort at least. He ignores your apparent discomfort and moves a little bit closer to you, having long since crossed the line of proper decorum. He brushes your wild hair behind your ear and you let him, feeling his fingers linger against your cheek. And then his lips have replaced his fingers and you're pulling him backwards towards your bedroom, clothes falling victim to franticly desperate hands.
Hours later and the light is fading. His button up shirt is dangling precariously from your lamp shade by the door and you can't seem to recall what happened to your heels. The room is filled with soft laughter and conversation and sounds you're not sure you've ever made. Your index finger grazes the scar on the left side of his head and then dips behind his ear, skimming against his neck and inscribing a 'C' as though it's now your territory forevermore.
Tangled in your sheets, you suppress a giggle as you feel his fingers tip-toe up your thigh, taking achingly delicious strides towards their destination. He distracts you with feather-light kisses along your collarbone, moving up toward your shoulder then down again, burying his head into your neck as his day-old stubble prickles your sensitive skin. You arch up against him as your hands climb up his back, your nails digging in and gliding at intervals, causing him to shiver involuntarily as your hands meander over to his chest.
As he pulls the sheets over you both, you are reminded of childish forts and innocent games, now replaced by the toe-curling sounds of passion and satiated sighs. His dark eye lashes brush against you stomach as he hovers over your belly button, playfully leaving a raspberry then moving up and taking your lips hostage in a pre-emptive strike.
When he pulls back with a smile that matches the affection in his eyes you know he sees right through you, into you. And he doesn't back down. You see his smile slide away as he carefully fingers a blonde curl lying on the pillow next to your head. Reaching up to his hand, your fingers intertwine as his eyes remain fixed on yours. There is nothing holding you back now, no fear, you've let it get stripped away, button by button, wall by wall. He sees this in your eyes and he knows you've let him in, knows that he's got so much at stake.
Leaning in once more he gets millimeters away from your lips, close enough for you to feel his breath on your own, close enough to feel his heart beat against your chest. Making you work for your kisses, you meet him half-way and in that moment you understand the gesture as you feel his arms wrap around your waist as you turn and collapse safely into his whispers and the delicate trace of his fingers along your back.