A/N: Gahh, this chapter ended up being way longer than I'd anticipated, but it should be a good one. There's a lot going on - emotional stuff, flashbacks, adorableness, and a bit of a bonus as well haha. Hope you like it. Sorry for the wait, I've been busy and writer's blocked.
After Tommy took a shower, he already had three missed calls on his phone, all from Charlie. He felt bad for just shoving her out the door, but that was what Tommy did. Everyone he ever got close to had either left or been a disappointment. He hadn't even truly let Brendan get that close yet. Tommy was sick of being let down. His mom died, his dad was a drunk, his brother bailed, Manny and the rest of his unit died. Charlie was going to end up just another casualty in his life and he might as well spare her the problem of having to be with him again and get her heart broken by him again.
It wasn't his fault she just showed up one day after ten years, out of the blue, and expected them to just pick up wherever they left off. And they didn't leave off at a necessarily good place anyway so why did she even want to come back. She could have dealt with this whole business with her father and never seen him again if she chose, but she sought him out and then she became entangled in his life again.
She made everything look oh so easy and it was frustrating as hell. She didn't care what kind of destructive power she had when she kissed him the night before. She didn't realize what kind of spell she was able to cast and Tommy didn't want to be under that spell again. She had the ability to make him feel special, like he could do something with his life other than be just a this mass of anger and muscle. She pushed him and, even though Tommy had drive, he underestimated himself and she knew it. It was always so frustrating, even back then.
His phone went off again while he was staring at it and he continued to ignore it when he saw her name appear on the screen. He just rolled his eyes. Whatever it was, she could wait until he got his head on straight. He headed to his closet and got dressed in a relative hurry. Not that he had plans, but he was trying to distract himself and he wasn't doing well. It was already nearly six and he didn't feel like making his own dinner, so he decided to just go to the one down the street. Maybe he would even see his old man there.
The autumn wind was getting stronger and the chill was beginning to settle in Pittsburgh. In just a hoodie, Tommy even felt a little chilly as he walked down the streets. The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon and the sky was glowing a reddish pinkish color that gave the entire downtown area a vintage photograph look to it. Tommy's father wasn't in the diner when he arrived. He ate quickly, resolving to head to that local strip joint for a few drinks when he finished. He was still angry at Charlie and each time his phone buzzed in his pocket it only made him angrier. She had begun leaving voicemails now, but he chose not to listen to them yet.
He knew that it was wrong to be mad at her. His conflicted mind wasn't her fault. It wasn't her fault that everyone he loved had died or bailed. It wasn't her fault that she wandered into his life at a time when he was trying to open himself back up to the world. But that didn't help. Tommy was angry, but his anger was misdirected.
When Tommy got to the strip club, all he ordered was a beer. It didn't take him three sips until the usual thing happened that happened every single time he went there, the girls that were working tried to get his attention. Especially the bartender. Some of them knew who he was and passed the message around that he was a famous MMA fighter and then even more of the girls started pressing in on him.
One of the girls grabbed his face and kissed him. And she tasted like cigarettes and stale vodka from the night before. It made Tommy almost gag. It wasn't that he had never smoked. He smoked a lot in the Marines. And it wasn't that he disliked vodka or even forgot to brush his teeth the day after a binge. He'd done that too. But her lips were thin and her skin was rough and she felt strange and alien to him. He pushed her away and then paid his tab and stormed out. In the parking lot, he listened to the voicemails. There were three of them.
Fuck you, Tommy. Just throw me out and then don't answer the phone. Typical Tommy Conlon doing what Tommy Conlon does. Pushing people away, especially people who mean him no harm. Learn to fucking let people in or you'll be alone forever!
Tommy, I'm sorry I said that. Please call me. I didn't mean it. You have every right to hate people and to want to push people away.
Tommy, you know how to find me. I won't bother you until you want to talk. Enjoy your night.
Just like that. From furious to sweet to rational. Rational was always the last stop for her. It was always emotion at its highest level for a while and then eventually coolness. Usually there was a stage somewhere in the middle like there was this time, but sometimes there wasn't and it could be literally impossible to keep up with those ever-changing mood swings of hers.
It took Tommy a second to realize that he was smiling as he thought about her. It took him an even longer second to realize that he was always angry except when he was in her presence. Even her voice was enough to make him smile. It was such a sweet sentiment that Tommy almost felt sick from it, but he couldn't deny that it was truth. And he knew that the more he pushed her away, the angrier he would get. But now he knew better than to be angry with her. He would have to be angry with himself.
Charlie was furious, to say the least and as she stormed back to her hotel that afternoon, she was practically fuming. She didn't know why she should be upset. Tommy was just being himself when he shoved her out like that. She had always been able to see right through him. They did this dance back in high school. Every time she would come and inch closer, he would find some excuse to push her three inches away until she had to get back to where she was again with twice the effort.
It took her a while to calm down, a while being numerous calls and three voicemails before she just gave up and went to that downtown bar where she'd seen him the first night she was back in town. It was hardly an acceptable time to begin drinking, somewhere in between happy hour and the late night crowd. She was in there with the men who didn't have families to go home to for dinner and recent college graduates who remained unemployed. There was less than a handful of people there. Most of the music was as depressing as the crowd that was there.
She ordered herself a beer and stared absentmindedly at the TV behind the bar, generally ignoring the male bartender who tried and failed to hit on her. Once she had finished her first beer and then a second one, she figured she might as well fit in with this sad crowd and ordered herself a dirty martini with three olives. The bartender continued to try and flatter her. He called her lovely, beautiful, her-smile-like-whoa. She could tell he was lonely and desperate so she smiled at him out of pity.
The martinis kept coming. After three she was on the dance floor, like she usually was when she started to get drunk. It didn't take long for the room full of lonely men to notice her hypnotic movements and impish little body. One of them approached her and tried to dance with her, but she simply bounced away from him. That wasn't enough of a hint for him, and her grabbed her around the waist and forcefully pulled her body against his.
She planted her hands against his chest and tried to shove him away, but he was stronger than she was.
"Get off," she groaned, continuing to try and push him.
"What do you say you come back to my place?" he offered. His voice was gruff, hoarse and scratchy. Charlie didn't look up to see his face, but she could feel his overgrown stubble and he smelled like cheap beer and sweat.
"No, ugh…leave me alone!" she grunted, continuing to try and wiggle from his grip. Suddenly, a force like a speeding truck knocked him off of her. Tommy was standing between the two of them, his hands balled into fists, the man was on the floor and looking pretty unconscious. Everyone was staring. And, just as suddenly as Tommy had appeared, he turned around, grabbed Charlie's face in his hands and kissed her with more fervor than she'd been kissed by anyone else since him. When he released her, she just stared at him, confused and drunk. Only the sound of music could be heard throughout the bar as Tommy grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the bar. On his way out he left a $100 bill on the bar and said that if the bartender said he never saw a thing, to keep the change.
"Tommy. I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself!" she slurred at him as she tried to keep up with his long steps once they were back in the cold air of Pittsburgh downtown.
"Yeah, you were doing a really great job of it," he muttered, continuing to drag her along down the sidewalk. She ripped her hand from his and stared at him in the way a child throwing a tantrum might glare at her parents.
"You don't get to throw me out of your house because you've had 'too much excitement' since I showed up and then come punch someone in the face and save me. You don't get to be a hero!" she shouted at him.
"I was just trying to help, Charlie," he spat back at her. She didn't say anything, she just continued to glare at him as she stood there, hands on her hips and feet apart like she was ready to charge into battle at a moment's notice. There was no warning when he grabbed her around the waist and pressed his lips firmly against hers again. His lips were angry and hungry at the same time, and at first she resisted, but then her resolve melted as she felt a weightlessness. One of his hands tangled into her hair and she bit down on his lip as she placed a hand on his cheek. When her teeth unclenched on his bottom lip, they were both smiling and she gave him a small peck. She hadn't realized her feet were completely off the ground, that he was holding her up with one arm around her waist.
"Tommy Conlon, what was that?" she asked as he set her back down and the two began walking. He didn't say anything other than a simple grunt that was customary for him.
It didn't take long for them to get back to Tommy's apartment, and once they were inside, they pushed everything to the side. As soon as Tommy shut the door behind him, he lifted Charlie up and wedged her body up against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist as his hungry lips found hers again. They fumbled in the darkness for each other as he ran his fingers through her soft hair. She smelled like lavender and vanilla, her breath hot as she broke from his lips and pressed hers to his neck, gently biting as he let out a sharp exhale.
He grabbed her face and went back to kissing her. Her lips were plump, delicious. They tasted like peppermints and the olives from her martinis. All the pent up tension, both sexual and nonsexual was being released. It was like a power struggle as they explored each other's bodies like it was the first time again. She yanked his sweatshirt off over his head as he unbuttoned her blouse to reveal an expensive-looking pale pink lace bra underneath. She broke with his kiss to feel the contours of his chest, to trace her fingers over his tattoos as he looked down at her, biting his bottom lip. When she looked back up at him, her eyes were apologetic.
"I don't want to do this when I've been drinking, Tommy," she said, her voice barely a whisper, breathy, like she didn't even believe what she was saying. He let out a scoff of a laugh and kissed the top of her head before picking her up and carrying her to his room and dropping her on his bed. One of those few and rare Tommy smiles appeared on his lips as he leaned down to kiss her confused face again.
He turned around and stripped down to his boxers before climbing into bed next to her. She just smiled, realizing he understood and they would just go to sleep. She wiggled out of her jeans to reveal a matching pale pink lace pair of underwear and curled up next to him in her bra and underwear. He placed his arm underneath her head and she felt comfortable in the familiar firmness of the curvature of Tommy's bicep. He smelled like a hint of cologne that was put on too many hours ago and had faded to a fair and nostalgic level. It was the same cologne he used to wear in high school.
"Goodnight, Charlie," he whispered in her ear. She smiled and curled up tighter, pressing closer to his body as she closed her eyes. That was the first night they spent together where Charlie dreamed of that last day again, that day ten years ago.
"Why can't you just think about it? Think about not going into the Marines. Why? You're so fucking stubborn, Tommy!" Charlie yelled at him. The two were standing in her room, ten years younger than they were now. He was seventeen and she was sixteen. "Tommy, I fucking love you. Don't you get that?"
Tommy didn't respond to her, he just sort of grunted, chewing on a toothpick as he sat on the edge of her bed, watching her pace back and forth. His mom was really sick. She was getting worse every day. Tommy felt guilty for the nights he spent sneaking through Charlie's window while her father slept down the hall. He needed to get away from the house where his mom was coughing up blood into the early hours of the morning.
They'd had this fight at least a hundred times already and Tommy was more than just bored with it. Why couldn't she just accept that he needed to get away. From it all. From this town, from his dad, from his brother. It had nothing to do with her. If he stayed here and waited a year for her to graduate, he worried he would never be able to leave. And what if things didn't work out? What if he was stuck here for the rest of his life and she wasn't even a part of it at that point.
"I love you too," he said in an almost unintelligible mumble. She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, which she always did when she was frustrated.
"Will you just look at me?" she pleaded, staring down at him staring at his hands. He looked up. "Why won't you even talk to me about it? Why do you always shut down whenever I bring it up?" He just shrugged and went back to looking at his hands. He was starting to get frustrated now too. She couldn't let it go. She couldn't accept it. She couldn't drop it and she wouldn't. Even if she was there as he was shipping out she'd still be asking him to reconsider.
"What d'you want me to do, Charlie? Not try and put as much distance between me and my pops as possible? I can't stay in this fuckin' place anymore," he mumbled. She could tell from his tone that he was getting irritated. She'd seen him angry before, but she usually backed down before he got too angry. She continued to press him this time, though. She wasn't sure why, but she did. It didn't help the situation at all, though. Eventually his mumbled responses turned into roars as he got more and more frustrated with her. Finally, he was standing, staring down at her with pure anger.
"Goddamn it, Tommy! Just tell me you'll think about it and stop being such a stubborn asshole with a mommy complex!" she screamed at him. That was the last straw. He felt his fists clench and his arms begin to tremble with pure rage. He turned away from her punched a hole right in the wall of her bedroom before grabbing his coat and walking out without even looking back at her. She chased after him, apologies spewing from her mouth as she reached the front porch only to see him storming across her lawn.
"Yeah, well fuck you too!" she shouted after him. He still wouldn't look at her as he disappeared around the street corner. She went back inside, slamming the door behind her and collapsed on her bed, staring at the hole in the wall as she felt her eyes begin to water.
When the two of them woke up in the morning, Tommy's arms were wrapped around her, his body pressed against hers. She pulled his hand towards her and gently kissed his knuckles. She felt him stir against her and pulled his hand from hers to brush one of her brown curls from her face.
"Morning," she breathed, rolling over to smile at him. He gave a rare Tommy smile in return. The two of them laid there for a few minutes before Charlie's phone began buzzing incessantly on the night stand and Tommy rolled over and handed it to her. It was the hospital where her father was.
"Hello?" she breathed into the phone. In only a few short second, her expression of nervous anticipation became one of obvious distress and Tommy sat up to look at her as she listened intently to the female voice on the phone. "I can be there in an hour or so, don't do anything until then, please." She hung up and looked at Tommy as tears began to form in her eyes. Even though it was obvious what the phone call was about, Tommy still gave her a questioning look.
"It's going to happen today. He's only getting worse and the nurses and doctors don't think he will make it to morning and he's been asked to be taken off life support. I have to get over there as soon as I can. I need to be there for him," she said, scrambling up off the bed and doing as best as she could to hide her crying face from Tommy's gaze.
"Let me go with you," he said, getting out of the bed as well.
"I doubt it would be a good idea if my father's last sight was you. He always hated you, Tommy, you know that." Tommy just shrugged and watched as she threw all her clothes on and went out into the living room. He followed her, putting his hands on her shoulders.
"It'll be okay, Char," he said in a more comforting tone than she'd ever heard from him before. He kissed the top of her head and she went out the door.
"Charlotte, I don't want you seeing that boy anymore. He's bad news," her father said as he paced through their living room. A sixteen year old Charlie simply rolled her eyes.
"Daddy, he's harmless. You just think that because his father is a piece of crap that he's going to be like that," she protested.
"Yeah well, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. And the other parents talk, you know. He gets into fights at school and is in detention almost every day. You have a bright future ahead of you. Don't let some boy who probably won't be in that future take it away from you."
"Stop being so melodramatic, Dad."
"Damnit, Charlotte, I'm trying to be a good father. Make it easier on me, please," he sighed, running a hand through his graying hair. Charlie's father was tall, and would likely have been considered handsome when he was younger. Now, the trouble of his divorce and the stress of raising a daughter on his own had caused his hair to begin to gray and wrinkles to begin forming around his eyes. He fell into a chair and lit a cigarette, tapping the stray bit of ash onto the ashtray that sat on the end table. Charlie shook her head at him.
"Maybe you should just give him a chance, Dad. He hasn't had it easy, either. And some people deal with dysfunctional families in different ways."
"Dysfunctional?" he asked her, raising his eyebrows as though daring her to call their situation dysfunctional.
"Dad, Mom cheated on you with one of my teachers and you act like that's totally normal? Jesus Christ, we're the definition of dysfunction. Now she's gone off to Arizona with him and is raising three replacement children and I don't even get a card from her on Christmas." It was obvious that Mr. McLane was done with the conversation as he turned on the television. Charlie rolled her eyes again and pinched the bridge of her nose before grabbing her jacket and purse and sneaking out the back door.
When she arrived at Tommy's mother's house, it was already past nine o'clock. She tapped on the front door. Tommy opened it for her and she squeezed past his large muscular frame. He placed a finger over his lips to indicate that his mom was already sleeping and the two walked quietly to Tommy's bedroom.
"What's wrong?" he asked as she sat down on his bed and let out a massive sigh. She shook her head.
"The usual, my father thinks you're destined for prison and I'm destined for greatness and you're going to ruin my life one day," she said in a hushed voice as she picked a hangnail. He gave a small laugh. "It's not funny, Tommy," she protested, wearing the expression of a five year old in the middle of a tantrum. He sat down next to her and tucked a strand of her brown hair behind her ear.
"Why does shit like that bother you so much, Char?"
"I don't know…I just don't like that my dad won't even meet you or give you a chance. He doesn't know that you're a good guy deep down."
"Am I?" he asked with a smirk. She turned to look at him, a playful glare on her face. He tackled her, then, pushing her down on the bed and smiling down at her as he held her arms pinned above her head. She stuck her tongue out at him before he gave her a forceful kiss, parting her lips with his tongue. When he pulled away, she kept her eyes closed and her heart was beating a mile a minute.
"I love you," she said, wiggling one of her hands away from his grip to reach up and touch his face. He just stared at her as she opened her eyes. It was the first time she'd said it. It was the first time someone had ever said it to him other than his family members. She bit her bottom lip, expecting a fight to start any second, expecting him to ask her to leave. Every single time she got a step closer, he pushed her away. But this time, he didn't. He kissed her again, in her favorite spot on her neck, just below her ear before whispering that he loved her too.
Neither of them expected that they would be broken up within the next month. It didn't matter, though. At that moment, they were blissfully happy and as Tommy continued to kiss her, her warm breath in his ear.
Tommy waited to follow Charlie to the hospital. She wanted to respect her wishes. He got there about two hours after she left and found the room without much trouble, but stayed outside and took a spot in a chair in the hallway as he listened to her talk to her father.
"Charlotte, I'm so proud of the woman you've become," came her father's raspy voice. "I'm so glad I got to see how beautiful you are, how much you look like your mother." Tommy could hear Charlie begin to cry as she attempted to form coherent words.
"I'm gonna miss you, Dad," she managed to choke out. Tommy could hear the EKG slowing every few minutes. It was going to be soon. Within the next hour or so. For most of the time he sat there, it was silent except for Charlie's uncontrollable sobs. He wished he could go in there and do something, but he didn't want to destroy the last minutes her father would have with her.
"I love you, Charlotte," her father rasped. It sounded like it was very difficult for him to say, like he was straining against something. She choked out an I love you, too. Within thirty seconds, Tommy could hear the EKG flat line as her father's heart stopped. Tommy stood up and looked into the room, a few nurses were standing around trying to comfort Charlie, but doing a poor job. She looked up when she heard Tommy's footsteps and immediately ran to him. She hit him like a punch in the chest, collapsing into him with emotional exhaustion.
"She's already filled out all of the necessary paperwork. If she wants or needs to go home, she can," said one of the nurses with a sympathetic expression. Tommy just nodded and put his arm around her, guiding her out into the hallway. It was a long walk back out to the lobby and an even longer walk through the parking lot to where his car waited. She never let go of him the whole time, clasping onto anything she could get a hold of, his hoodie, his hands, his arm. When he got to the car, he opened the passenger door for her and she got in without a word. She had stopped sobbing, but fresh tears were still rolling down her reddened cheeks. Tommy went around and got into the driver's seat.
"Do you wanna go to my place? Your hotel?" he asked, noting that she was refusing to look at him. She shook her head and managed to choke out that she wanted to go to her dad's house. Tommy sighed, but he didn't protest, regardless of how bad of an idea he thought it was.
They didn't speak the entire time driving over there. It was about five miles outside of the downtown area and the house looked exactly the same as it did ten years ago. It was a small house, mostly red brick with a decent sized porch. Charlie got out without any help and headed up the path to the front door, pulling a key out of her pocket. Tommy just followed behind her, and when he got close enough to her, she grabbed his hand like she was drowning in the sea and his hand was a life preserver.
She stopped in the living room, staring at the ashtray that was sitting in the exact same spot it had been in for the past thirteen years. She stared at the burn marks on the carpet, the one burn hole in the arm of the chair where he always sat. She took a deep breath and squeezed Tommy's hand.
"Maybe you should wait a few days before you do this, Char," he mumbled. She turned to look at him for the first time since she saw him in the hospital. She was biting her trembling bottom lip, the trails under her eyes left behind by the tears glistened in the fading afternoon light that was filtering through the windows. Dust particles floated between them, but neither noticed.
Tommy had never seen her so fragile as she was right now. He always found her fragility to be a more physical fragility, she was always so tough and grouchy and stubborn. He could only count on one hand the number of times he'd seen her cry. He wasn't used to this Charlie. This open and raw and emotionally ruined Charlie. She wasn't flinging cusswords or being coy or bouncing around. She wasn't even moving. It was the first time he'd seen her completely still without any sort of dancing going on in her little frame. And, despite how red and splotchy her face was, she still looked just as beautiful as she did when they woke up that morning and everything was okay.
Once again, she just collapsed into him and his arms wrapped around her as she pressed her face into his chest. He ran a hand through her hair and kissed the top of her head. She wasn't crying anymore, but Tommy expected her smiles would be rarer for a while.
"Please don't leave," she finally managed to say. He squeezed her a bit to let her know that he wasn't going anywhere. Without any sort of warning, she rose up on her tiptoes and kissed him. Her lips were wet from crying, but Tommy didn't care. There was a need in her kiss, a desire for someone to just be with her, in every possible way. It was insatiable and fiery. Tommy placed one hand on her butt to hold her as she jumped off the ground and wrapped her legs around his waist. She was so small and easy to hold up. She was just as clumsy and just as fervent as the night before when she was drunk. Her hands moved to each side of his face, one running through his hair, the other feeling the stubble along his cheek.
It didn't take long for her contagious hunger to spread to Tommy and he kissed her back with just as much force as she was throwing at him. She broke from his lips to catch her breath, panting heavily as he began to kiss her neck, gently biting the skin along her collarbone and feeling her nails dig into his back. She grabbed his face again, pulling it back to hers and their lips connected again, their kisses wild and needy.
Tommy knew the layout of this house like the back of his hand. The two of them had done this before and he didn't even need to open his eyes or put her down as he carried her into her bedroom, which was another thing that hadn't changed in ten years. She was lucky she had such good taste or it might be embarrassing. He laid her down on the bed and, as she released him, she pulled his hoodie and shirt off and tossed them to the floor.
Her face was reflective of just how much she'd been both needing this and waiting for this since she first kissed him. His heart was pounding and he leaned down to yank her shirt off of her as well. He laid down, letting his hands and lips explore her sun kissed skin. He traced his fingers over her stomach, along her chest just above her bra, and up her neck. She was breathing so heavily. He was driving her crazy with this anticipation and she rolled on top of him, straddling him as she pressed her lips against his, biting his bottom lip to try and explain her hunger.
His hands fumbled with the latch on her bra before eventually he was able to remove that and toss it to the floor. She traced her hands over the muscles in his chest before letting her fingers move back to winding up in his short hair. She felt his hand tracing the dip in her back, his fingers trailing up her spine and she gave a slight shudder. His other hand was on her neck, holding her lips to his. Her lips that tasted like peppermints. He felt a bead of sweat roll down her temple, interrupting her lavender and vanilla scent with a salty, natural and desirous smell. His hand that had been trailing over her shoulder blades now found her breasts. Her breath hitched as his fingertip gently traced the outline of her nipple and she broke her lips away from his as he moved his attention back to her neck while she panted. His other hand traced the bumps of her ribs under her skin.
Her body had changed in the past ten years. She was firm and muscular, toned and lean. He needed to discover this territory all over again, an earthquake had moved things around. His free hand ran back down her back, hovering for a second over her bottom. Without warning, he flipped her over, letting his lips form a trail of kisses down her neck, across her collarbone, down her breasts allowing his tongue some free time with her nipple which only caused her breathing to become even more erratic. He grabbed his face and yanked it back up to hers and went back to kissing him, her nails digging into his back. What had begun as heady and needy was now gentler, but still fiery. They wanted to take their time, explore every inch of each other.
Tommy wedged his hand in between them and unbuttoned her jeans and she felt herself reflexively begin grinding up against him. This time, he broke from her lips to catch his breath and her lips trailed down his neck to his chest, to his abs. She rocked to the side to indicate that she wanted to flip, but he didn't move. She was right where he wanted her and he wasn't ready to let her roll over again. She reached down and unbuttoned his jeans before grabbing him. He let out an almost pained sounding gasp and she smirked as he bit into her shoulder. She still knew exactly what to do to him to make him crazy.
He found her lips again, one handing holding himself up and the other pulling at the waistband of her jeans until, with her helpful wiggling, they were off. He sat up, then, staring at her as she laid there in just her underwear.
She stared back up at him, his full lips, the stubble forming around his mouth, his disheveled hair, his huge arms, his broad shoulders, his contoured chest and stomach. And he looked at her, her plump pink lips, her collarbone where the mark from his bite was beginning to fade, her full breasts, her flat stomach and the tiny mole on it between her left hip and belly button.
"I've never seen anything so beaut-" he managed to mutter before she interrupted him with a sharp shut up and pounced again, dragging him back on top of her as she reached for him again, using her toes to pull at the waistband of his jeans which wasn't working at all. Tommy smiled, trying to hold back a laugh as he pulled his own pants off, ignoring her indignant stare and pressing his lips back to hers. One of his hands grabbed her thigh, hitching it up around his waist while the other maintained its comfortable position on her breast, his fingertips gently tracing her nipple and causing her back to arch occasionally.
Charlie was beginning to feel like she was about to burst if she wasn't satisfied soon. She continued to kiss him, but this time growing more and more impatient with each kiss, more fiery and more needy. Tommy recognized it, instantly and assumed she was done messing around and was ready to get down to business. He could feel the need in the way her hand moved on him, the way she kept arching her hips up in rhythm, the way her tongue danced with his. He needed it too. Screw being a gentleman. He pushed himself off of her and yanked her underwear off of her as she pulled his boxers off before he crashed on top of her again. She arched her back, her body reaching for his as he found her. She let a breathy moan escape her lips as she felt the pain and pleasure combine.
Warmth began to spread through her body as she felt small muscle spasms, her back and hips arching without her control, her nails digging into his back. He breathed heavily into her neck as she tried to find his lips again. When she managed to get her mouth back onto his, she felt a familiarity, a safety, and sense of perfect calm wash over her body and she let her body take over for her.
Tommy was having trouble concentrating. He was trying not to be distracted or set off by every little thing she was doing. It aroused him so much and he could feel her tiny muscle spasms, her back arching under him. She bit his lip and he came close to losing it. He needed her, every inch of her, every facet and quirk. He felt the sweat beading between her breasts, rolling down his own temple as the room got hotter and hotter and hotter.
Then, suddenly, he felt a much stronger spasm from her as her breath quickened, she arched her back at an impossible angle for a non-dancer, her body pushing against his as her nails dug harder into his back and she began panting uncontrollably. Charlie felt like electricity was surging through the both of them and when she finally returned to breathing normally, he crashed into her as well, collapsing on top of her and breathing heavily into her neck before rolling off of her.
A/N: Yeah, that just happened, and also, that's the first thing like that I've ever written so let me know how I did, because I dunno how to write stuff like that and I could always use some constructive criticism up in here. As always, please review and I hope everyone had wonderful holidays. Expect the next chapter in one to two weeks.
