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Chapter 3

It was still very dark outside; Charles looked over his head to see his bedside clock reading almost 3 am. He looked back down on his chest; there lay Charlotte sprawled with her silky hair. He was running his fingers though her hair, carefully stroking it and remembering their past few beautiful hours. He hadn't realised what it felt to be making love again but especially to the woman he had always loved. He knew she was awake as well because she was slowly tracing patterns on his chest with her fingers; she was probably exhausted but so was he. They lay in silence and peace with the only noise of their deep breathing.

"How do you feel?" He asked her with a smile looking at the ceiling.

"Complete, that's the only word I can think of," lifting her head to look up at him.

"So do I," he replied as she leaned in to give him a kiss.

"You know you've always driven me crazy, you know that right?" Pulling her up so she was now lying with her face falling in the crook of his neck.

"Really? What happened at Oxford? I thought you had to have a pretty obvious genetic mutation to catch your attention," she smirked at him.

He groaned remembering his mutation pick up line, "don't remind me those days, I clearly had lost my head."

He paused then thought a little bit more, "but I must say that the red heads were quite allot more fun." She didn't even let him finish before she poked him his stomach.

"Ouch," he cried.

"You deserve that for being first rate jack ass. You knew all those women were interested in you already because you read their minds, so you could have said anything to them and they still came to your bed."

"Not always, I didn't always read their minds," he smirked back at her.

"Just shut up, I know better. It's sort of a tragedy I suppose that except for me you do make it point to check a woman's mind to see if she's interested in you."

He agreed that it was a tragedy indeed, "it made me quite stupid more than anything, I couldn't see how woman are actually meant to act when they are around men they like. It's my pure dumbness more than anything." He finished with giving her a longer kiss that refused to leave her mouth.

"Hey you aren't getting any brownie points with me by your oh so amazing kisses, but be honest and tell that you've read the thoughts of all the girls in your class. I have most of them in my classes too so trust me I know when I hear them whispering about you, imagine how loud their thoughts must be."

Charles flushed and laughed at the same time, "Oh no don't go there. It's quite bad and that's all I can tell you."

"Seriously Charles! Go on tell me what the dirtiest thought is that you've read. Come on I want to know!" She laughed and nuzzled into his neck.

"Oh Chéri, sweetheart you don't want to know. These girls have had visions worse than what you and me have done tonight, they aren't simple school girl crushes unfortunately that we can giggle about."

Charlotte's face burned up with jealousy, "are you being serious! Can't you expel them or something?" She spoke a little harsher and louder.

Charles was amused at her jealousy, "you're the one who wanted to know, and sweetheart I don't think to have dirty thoughts is a reason enough to expel someone, even if it's their English professor."

Charlotte still annoyed, "you know it doesn't help that you teach English in the first place. Like why when you have a PHD in genetics for God sakes! Take up the biology or chemistry classes if you have to, why English? You just need an excuse to croon some Austen and Shakespearean romance over them don't you? I can imagine them further melting over when you read."

"If it helps we do study other texts?" Charles tried being a little snarky with her.

"Really Charles do you? Your voice has the allure to make brutal or melancholic tragedy turn into a romantic one, believe me you don't even have to try." Feeling annoyed with the hormonal teenage attention he received.

"I never saw you melt over me when I read you poetry?" He smiled looking at her; she mirrored his smile in the moonlight.

"Who said I didn't? See Charles again you failed to read a woman's thoughts without your gifts." She kissed him cheekily but he pulled her close steal some more of them.

His hands were perfectly placed on her waist as hers were now on his chest, he just wanted to look at her and admire such perfection of beauty. Even in the dark the room was still incredibly lit up due to his enormously large windows. They were like a map of the sky from where they lay on bed, stars and stars with a corner that inhabited the moon. They felt as they were looking out for the first time.

He pulled her even closer, his arm slid under back and rested on her tiny belly. He himself had moved his mouth closer to her ear with his other hand resting just on the skin just below her breast. She closed her eyes to relax but felt a tingle at her toes, noticing that his were touching hers now.

Charles then spoke with the allure Charlotte knew added with a slight whisper, "Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art—" A smiled appeared over her face, he remembered her favorite poem by John Keats.

"Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night

And watching, with eternal lids apart,

Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,

The moving waters at their priestlike task"

He paused moving his lips to brush over her ear and maximise that shudder she already felt with his words pouring out.

"Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,

Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask

Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—

No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,"

He captured her lips this time to take a break; she knew the next part of the poem as it always made her blush. It was no different today if not worse, his hand moved up from under her breast to finally cup it. His hand was ever so soft over her sensitive flesh.

"Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,

To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, " he huskily whispered making sure his hand sent it's own termer with a little brisk.

"Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,

Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,

And so live ever—or else swoon to death."

He finished with a perfect kiss that sealed the deal.

"I think I now know how a woman melts." They were refusing to let go of each other until they both decided that this night awaited more love making from them. So they took each other again hoping to be further consumed by each other's passion.

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