Cat-Gone-Berserk: Sorry this took so long. My sister just left with her two daughters and I've been running around trying to keep them out of everything.

Clumsy-Mutt: You looked like a chiken with its head cut off.

Cat-Gone-Berserk: Watch it Mutt, i'm still a bit tense and could use a nice burn out session.

Clumsy-Mutt: *gulp* Sorry, but it was funny watching you tear your hair out.

Cat-Gone-Berserk: *sigh* I do not own J.K.'s stuff.

WARNING!!! : There is fun in this half of the chapter.

Please note that I did infact warn you. If you did not read this

it's not my fault. Enjoy!

Chapter 9 part 2

"Denim, I…" he stared down at me. He shook his head slowly and leaned down, his lips hovering over mine. I froze for a heartbeat, the heat of his breath bouncing off of my skin. I moved the hairs breath to meet his lips.

He pulled me into his arms more securely and kissed me gently, lovingly. He bit and licked my lower lip asking for entrance. I obliged as a moan slipped through my mouth into his. His tongue massaged and explored every inch of my mouth. Moaning again, I felt his hands knead my back and run up and down my sides. Finally pulling away, breathless, he managed finishing his sentence earlier.

"Denim, I think I'm falling in love with you." his face fell to my shoulder, not wanting to see my reaction.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. He was starting to love me? Did I feel the same? "Charlie, I," I hesitated. Did I love him? I had never felt the pull I felt towards him in anyone else. I had had boyfriends in school and they did say that they loved me; I had said it to them too. But, they never made me feel the way I did now with Charlie. When he kissed me my body tightened, constricting like a snake ready to strike. When he held me in his strong arms, I felt safe. He made me smile when I never thought I would. He made me feel welcome when we were at The Burrow. I couldn't help but feel happy when I looked at him or feel an enjoyable shiver whenever he touched me. His voice seemed to calm me unlike anyone else's.

I did love him.

"Charlie, I think, I love you too." He smiled into my neck; breathing in my skin. "Charlie," I pulled back to look in his eyes. Stroking his cheek, I gazed into his eyes, not wanting to pull away from him. Charlie must have known that I didn't want to move away from his arms. Holding me close, his lips searched for mine with a heat needing to be cooled.

Our lips met in a passion, hands roaming each other's bodies. Walking backwards, Charlie slowly lowered us to the bed. Lying together entwined as one; the two of us kissed, wandering over the other's body with hands and mouth.

I ripped open his shirt to get to his skin hidden underneath as he did the same. Kicking off shoes and pushing pillows and the blanket away from the bed to the floor, the room seemed to heat itself. The clothes were thrown everywhere, neither one of us knowing where anything was except where the other person was.

Charlie was soon staring down at me, both of us breathing heavily. I lay stretched out on the bed, all of my clothes lying around the room, not one piece in a sensible spot. His eyes held a hunger that seemed to burn into my skin as I lay fully exposed to him. His breathing was raged and its pace accelerated without any relent. My hands stoked his chest slowly, only causing his breathing to speed up even faster.

"God, Denim, I want you so bad."

My breath hitched a moment. Did I want him to take me? Yes. Was I willing to try to go that far? Yes. You never know if you can do something unless you try, and I was ready to try; ready to find out if I was truly ready for this step. I did love him and I was drunk as hell, I knew that. My mind would yell at me in the morning, but I was going to take the opportunity that my drunken state was giving my guts.

"If you want me, then take me while you can. I know I love you, Charlie Weasley, please take me while I have the courage to try this." He raised his eyebrows at my comment.

"Denim," I shook my head and raised off of the bed to catch his lips in a quick, sweet kiss. Once we were separated he didn't hesitate and stare again. He tore away and stripped his boxers off, showing his whole body off for my eyes to enjoy. The scars covered his body from his neck to his ankles. It was amazing how he could stand to have them all. "You're sure about this?" my gaze didn't want to leave his body, but I forced myself to look up at his face. He didn't ask again after he saw the want and need in my eyes.

He came back to lay over me, my knees coming up automatically to grip against his waist. He kissed softly down my neck and shoulder; making his way back up to where my blood pulsed closest to the surface on my neck. He sucked and bit at the soft area, drawing small moans and whimpers from my throat.

In a half second, he entered me with a quick slip while still working at the spot on my neck. I gasped. He had to almost force his way soon because of how tight I was. I was a virgin; I was not used to the feel of him nor was I open enough for him not to hurt.

I screamed in pain; bring his face up to mine. "Don't stop, please, God, don't stop," I huffed. It was like I was being torn apart. After he was fully inside, hitting the end of me, he paused. "Charlie," he looked me in the eyes not letting go, "don't stop. Please, I really want this Charlie."

He smirked, shaking his head. "I'm just letting you get used to all of it for a second. I couldn't stop if you tried to force me." He slowly left me, stopping when only the tip was still just inside, and then thrust back in a little gentler than the first time. He thrust in and out over and over; a fire building with every drive of his body.

Soon I felt him speed up like he couldn't hold back anymore. Charlie pounded into me with a driving force to match a subway train on the run; and I couldn't get enough of it. "Oh, Charlie, faster, harder, please." He complied with my begging without hesitation. He sped if that was possible and slid in and out until his balls hit my ass and drew out to do it all over again.

I reached climax sending my body into a huge spasm; Charlie following a matter of fast-paced heartbeats after me. Once our bodies calmed, we lay in the bed to catch ourselves. Charlie was collapsed on top of me. His breathing was hot against my neck, right where he had sucked and bit at.

Once we could move properly, or close to it, we showered and dressed in minimal clothes. Charlie was standing by his mess of a bed with boxers the only thing on his body. I sat at the vanity with wand and brush, shaking my head, I dried my hair and started running the brush through my long hair. I noticed the red mark he had left on my neck.

Hearing his sigh, I turned to look at him. His hair was a wet mess, getting tangled by his fingers ringing it tightly and roughly. "Charlie, come over here." He turned and his face went from distress to 'I want that' in moments. "I'm still sore, so no. Come here and dry off; your hair will be appreciative I'm sure." He smiled and obeyed, letting me dry and tame his hair. "What's wrong, Charlie?"

"Mom's going to kill me for this. The bed is proof enough. She'll notice how sore you are for sure. Oh, I'm so dead." His hands went back to pulling at his hair, messing it up again. I slapped at his hands to make him stop. "Ow, what was that for?"

"Just finished doing your hair and you mess it up again. I was going to clean the sheets tomorrow anyway. Mrs. Weasley will never know. Come, we need to get some rest." He nodded and stood. He hesitated by his bed again. "My bed this time; I would love to just cuddle and sleep though, if you don't mind?"

He chuckled and waited for me to join him between the beds. I took his arm and pulled him to my bed. We snuggled together as close as we could be and fell asleep in no time.

Clumsy-Mutt: Wow.

Cat-Gone-Berserk: Shut up Mutt. Yeah, I know i need to at least work on the foreplay, but what do you think? Input is much apreciated on this one. thank a ton! Later!

Clumsy-Mutt: MORE!

Cat-Gone-Berserk: Okay, okay, later. I have to write it first you know. Bye!