Charlie draped her bare leg over Dorothy's, sliding her leg up until she hooked it on Dorothy's hip.

"Don't you just love Fridays?" Charlie asked, smiling at her girlfriend.

"Having the entire day off with you every week?" Dorothy said, kissing Charlie quickly, "Absolutely."

Dorothy trailed her fingers up Charlie's naked side and asked, "So, what do you want to do with our abundant spare time today?"

Charlie rolled Dorothy over and straddled her nude girlfriend. "Well, our time today isn't all that abundant. Dean ran off late for his test. You know he'll come storming through that door, huffing about failing again."

Dorothy grinned and kissed a line between Charlie's breasts. "I know he'll come home, and you'll be interrogating him about the test before he can get a foot through the door," she said.

Charlie laughed. "You're not wrong," she said, massaging Dorothy's shoulders and arms, "I just feel so bad for forcing him into the class. I thought it would be good for him, and sometimes I think it is, but he's really struggling with caring about the material, and I feel like I came on too strong with forcing the class, so when he fails a test, I feel kind of responsible."

Dorothy caught one of Charlie's nipples gently between her teeth for a moment before releasing it and saying, "I think the class would be good for him if he actually went to class. If he passes or fails, either way, it's on him. You may have pushed him to take the class, but he's the one who can't be bothered to go."

Dorothy's hands skimmed over Charlie's sides and back while her mouth got busy kissing Charlie's neck.

Charlie said, "I know I shouldn't feel bad. I just hope his test goes well."

Dorothy pulled back from Charlie and asked, "Do you want to fool around, or do you want to talk about Dean?"

"Right. Sorry. Less talking," Charlie said.

Dorothy carded her fingers through Charlie's hair. "You can talk all you want. I just feel like Dean and his grades is not a very sexy topic," she said.

Charlie said, "That's fair." She rolled them over so that Dorothy now sat on top of Charlie.

Dorothy grinned down at Charlie and started lightly nibbling at her collarbone.

Charlie massaged her fingers through Dorothy's hair and asked, "So, what would you like to talk about?"

Dorothy pulled away for a brief second. "You," she said. She kissed along Charlie's neck and shoulder to accentuate her point.

Charlie giggled where Dorothy's lips found ticklish spots. "Me?" she asked.

Dorothy met Charlie's gaze with lust-blown eyes. "You," she said, "How good you taste and smell, how soft your skin is, how amazing you look when I've got you lying in bed like this."

"Is this what you really want?" Charlie asked. The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them, and honestly, she was surprised they hadn't slipped out sooner.

"Are you serious?" Dorothy asked, visibly surprised.

Charlie could feel the embarrassed blush creeping across her face. She'd already said it outloud, so she pressed on. "Yeah," Charlie said, "Are you sure that this is what you want?"

Dorothy crawled off of Charlie and sat down on the bed next to her. It was official. Charlie had killed the mood, completely murdered it.

"Before I answer you, you need to tell me where this is coming from all of a sudden," Dorothy said.

Charlie sighed. "It's been kinda bugging me for a while," she said.

"What's 'a while'?" Dorothy asked, studying Charlie's face.

"Since a few days before the day you saw your parents on the train," Charlie said sheepishly.

"Charlie, that was nearly a year ago!" Dorothy said, "Why didn't you say something?"

Charlie sat up to be at eye level with Dorothy. "It never seemed like a good time to bring it up. You were really upset after seeing your parents. Then, it was the holidays. Then, it was Sam's graduation. Then, it was Dean and all his dad drama. Then, it was Sam's car accident. And then, it was right now."

"There were months of time between all of those things. You could've brought it up at any time," Dorothy said, "But that's not the point. Why would you think there would ever be a reason why I wouldn't want this?"

Charlie hesistantly said, "Because you've never been with anyone else but me and don't have a basis for comparison between me and other girls."

It sounded really stupid when it came out of her mouth.

Dorothy seemed to agree. "Wow," she said, "I suppose, in theory, there might be someone better out there. Seeing as they're not here, and I have no interest in meeting them, I think you have nothing to worry about."

"But-"

"No, this is a really easy, clean cut answer. I love you. I'd marry you if you weren't so freaked out by the idea. I've never questioned my feelings for you, I've never wanted anyone else so badly, and I have no plans on changing my mind about any of that," Dorothy said.

Charlie hugged Dorothy. "You're too perfect. I don't deserve you," she said.

Dorothy sighed and said, "Yes, you do." She slid back on top of Charlie. "Now that that's taken care of, can I please have sex with you?" Dorothy asked.

Charlie nodded.

Dorothy trailed kisses down Charlie's chest and stomach, Dorothy's breasts making Charlie's nerves sing. Dorothy pressed a kiss to Charlie's hip bone.

"But what if you get sick of me?" Charlie asked.

Dorothy gave a sigh and sat back from Charlie's vagina. "Why would I get sick of you?" Dorothy asked.

Charlie said, "Well, I'm being a total mood killer right now for starters."

"Yes, that is rather annoying. Not a deal breaker. Anything else?" Dorothy asked.

Charlie said, "I check out other girls even when you're with me."

"I'm aware," Dorothy replied.

"I snore."

"Sometimes."

"I don't want to get married."

"I think you'll come around to the idea eventually."

Charlie paused for a moment, sure she could come up with other negative attributes.

Dorothy said, "Charlie, how long have we been dating now?"

"Three years," Charlie said.

"Yep. Three years," Dorothy said, "That's three years that I've gotten to know you very well. Trust me, I'm aware of what I've gotten myself into. And I love it. I love you, all of you for everything you are."

Charlie grinned widely. "I love you, too," she said, "I'm sorry for interrupting. We can still have sex if you want to."

Dorothy asked, teasing, "Are you sure? We can just get up and have breakfast if you'd rather do that."

Charlie laughed and said, "I promise I won't keep talking."

Dorothy crouched back down to her position between Charlie's legs. "Like I said before, honey, you can talk all you want. Just something sexy, okay?" she said.

"Sexy talking only," Charlie said, "Got it."

Dorothy stroked a couple of fingers into Charlie's entrance, making all the nerves vanish from the red-head's face instantly. Charlie relaxed into the touch, gasping a little.

Dorothy was just about to get her tongue in on the action when the front door opened.

Dorothy glanced up at Charlie.

Charlie looked at Dorothy apologetically.

Dorothy retracted her tongue and all fingers.

"I'm sorry," Charlie said, slipping out of bed.

"It's not your fault," Dorothy said, "The universe was against me today. It's not like you won't want sex later anyway."

Charlie pulled on a shirt and pants. "You know me so well," she said.

Dorothy smiled and grabbed her own clothes. Just as they both were fully dressed, the apartment door opened again.

Dorothy said, "Huh, I guess the first time was Sam leaving?"

"Which means this has to be Dean," Charlie said, "Come on."

Charlie and Dorothy rushed out of their bedroom.

"Hi," Dean said, closing the door behind him.

Charlie asked instantly, "How was your test? Did it go okay? Did you study this time?"

Dean sighed and threw his backpack and jacket on a chair at the table. He sat across from his stuff and said, "It sucked. It sucked. And I tried."

Charlie knocked Dean's bag and jacket to the floor, earning a glare from him, and sat down ready to listen and talk, whichever was necessary. Getting Dean through this class was going to be a long bumpy road. At least she had Dorothy.