Uncharted Waters
Disclaimer: ok…I still have my imagination and a huge crush but that's about it.
Night fell in Homer and Charlie was starving. John had fallen asleep on the couch watching tv and he looked so peaceful that she didn't want to wake him. She looked in the kitchen and realized he had nothing to ear but frozen pizza. Charlie grabbed her purse, found the keys to John's truck, wrote a quick note and placed it on the coffee table and in front of the couch and headed to the store.
When Charlie got back to the house, John was still asleep on the couch. She went to the kitchen and began making her special two alarm Texas chili.
John woke up to the smell of food cooking in the kitchen. He thought about how nice it was to have someone in the house with him, especially someone as special as Charlie. She was beautiful, appeared to get along with his grandmother (he had come in the house a couple of times while they were talking and she was really in to the storied Gram was telling), and she was thoughtful since she didn't wake him up and make him take her for food.
He walked into the kitchen and found Charlie with her iPod ear phones in, dancing around the kitchen while the food cooked. She had a bourbon and coke in her left hand and a wooden spoon in her right. He walked up behind her as she danced to the sink to rinse off the spoon. He wrapped an arm around her waist and turned her around. He reached up, took out her earphones, placed them around his neck and turned up the volume. He placed his right hand at the small of her back and took her right hand in his left. They began dancing slow to Charlie's favorite song, Forever's As Far As I'll Go by Alabama. John reached over, turned off the stove and continued dancing around the kitchen, down the hall and into his bedroom. He leaned down and kissed her. He unbuttoned her shirt, slipped it off of her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
"Charlie, is this ok or am I pushing my limits here?" He whispered as he ran kisses down her chin to her neck.
Charlie realized he was standing close to his bed with his back to it. She ran her hands inside of his shirt, over his chest, up to his shoulders and pushed him back onto the bed.
"I don't want to be in here alone anymore John." She said as she climbed on top of him.
"Good, because that couch is killing my back." He laughed. "I really want to make love to you Charlie." He pulled her down to him, kissed her and rolled her onto her back.
[A/N: if this is too graphic let me know, if this isn't graphic enough let me know. I don't want to burn anyone's eyes with my story]