Author Note: Told you guys I'll continue
Grauntie!Carla AU
Stanley's Point of View
It was a slow day at the shack. I wore the best of the best cologne, a few buttons on my collared shirt undo, my gold chain shimmering in the late afternoon sun. A little too much to drink, I leaned my hand heavily on the coffee-table, knocking over a picture frame before making my way toward the other side of living room. Cheeks tinted by aged wine, the edge of the wineglass muffled her chuckles, my graceful maneuvering an entertaining show from her slouched position on the sofa.
I held the vintage record in hand, Best of The Beach Boys, her favorite album from her childhood I remember. Pulling the needle over the vinyl, hearings crinkling scratch before the beginning harmony of Barbara Ann Kicked in. Head bobbing lazily to the music, I mouthed a few of the words before turning on my heel, facing the woman on the couch again.
Taking her hand in mine, I lifted her off the couch, not caring if the content of her wineglass sloshed on the couch. Fingers intertwining now, I held her by the small of her back, swaying back and forth. Chest to chest, we moved lazily together, to the beat of a whole another tune, our movements clumsy and unflattering. Laughing at each mistake, our rusty choreography consisted of awkward twirls, switching tempos and inconsistent style; I would regret the body strain in the morning.
Foreheads pressed heads, both arms found their way around waist and hers circling around my neck. Bowing her head, she hid that smile of hers, resting her cheek against my chest. Chuckling, I wasn't having it.
With a cheeky grin, I lifted her chin with my thumb and finger, her faces inches from mine. My gaze fluttering between her large brown eyes and her parted lips, I felt a stirring, an urge to do a little more than dancing. Chuckling under my breath, I ducked forward, feathering a kiss along her cheekbone then curve of her jaw, drawing a hum of content.
Whining at my tickling lips, her hands fisted in the fabric of my suit, her head tilting back, giving me better access to her neck. I grinned against her skin, gazing up at her flushed face and hanging mouth before biting down hard, earning a surprised yelp, halfway between a moan and gasp.
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