Hardly teenagers?
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The faint sound of a baby crying could be heard. Duffy slowly stirred, moaning slightly, as she pulled the covers up and over her shoulder, and wrapped her arm further around his chest. The sunlight shone through the curtains as he too began to stir, the light catching his eyes as he woke. He felt her lying on his chest. He gently stroked her hair, reaching down to kiss her head. She stirred once again.
"Mmm." She said.
She opened her eyes, taking in the morning sun, she slowly raised herself up and looked at him.
"Morning beautiful." Charlie said, as he stroked her arm.
"Morning darling." She leaned up and kissed him.
As she looked down at his chest and rather than laying back on it let out a giggle instead.
"Haha."
"What?" He asked.
She then rubbed a piece of evidence from his chest; then another, and another.
"What is it?" He asked again.
She laughed again.
"Evidence."
"Eh?"
"Lipstick."
"Haha." He chuckled.
She licked her finger and tried to remove the more redder stained marks with a little more force.
"Ow, careful." Charlie said.
"Ooops, sorry darling." She replied, giggling again.
She then slowly kissed each mark, as compensation, going lower as she did so.
"Better?" She asked.
"Much." Charlie smirked back at her.
"Although?" He asked.
"Mmm?" She replied, looking up.
"What about all those places you missed?" He said, as he lifted the covers and gestured towards his boxers.
"Haha." She said, as she playfully tapped him on the chest.
"You must have read my mind Mr. Fairhead." She added.
"Dirty girl!" Charlie replied, his smile broadening.
"Absolutely filthy." She smiled back at him, licking her lips.
"Lucky me." Charlie said, as he winked at her.
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